The late 80's were awesome. The early 90's had Jakovich and the Ox. Later on the Wiz arrived and Danners had us playing some attractive, attacking footy. The early 2000's weren't as good, but at least we had Robbo, Neita and a few others to make it worthwhile to get on a train to the G.

But the "fun" of it has all but gone now. Posters have been talking about the kids not wanting to come along to support this spiritless organization. Unless our fortunes turn around mighty soon I suspect a lot of long-time supporters will as well.

There are better things to do for mind and body than subject yourself to unpleasantness like this week after week after week. There's "through thick and thin" and then there's just self-flagellation for the sake of it.

The terrible thing is that I will now go into every game not thinking we have the will to win. This will only change when I see them put in every single thing they have got. But even if we somehow manage to be leading a game, then I will only be waiting for the implosion and impending loss.

We need to be a club that takes the game by the scruff of the neck and bury the opposition. A long long way to go

This is the reason I can't go to see the boys next week or into the near future. I will be going to the game of the round (most likely Carlton vs. Collingwood but Richmond vs. St. Kilda is a possibility, depending on my schedule) and possibly going to see the Storm play Wests the following Monday. I can't remember one game recently I have been where I have enjoyed watching the action. I am sick to death of coming out of the footy as flat as a tack.
Some people have canned myself for saying I enjoyed the Daniher years. Tell me one person who wouldn't want to return to that time where we at least went to the footy thinking 'Yeah, we are more than a 50/50 chance here!'? These days it's more, 'Well, sometimes upsets happen. If I don't go this week, I might miss a miracle'. It's pathetic.

Football isn't real life. I appreciate that. However, the best analogy to use in this situation is that of the deadbeat relative. The one who pisses everything away and is always coming looking for a handout. The black sheep of the family. You try your hardest to be supportive but in the end it just boils down to the fact that hanging on is just too painful and it's not doing them any good either. They need to be given a wake up call to pick their act up and I believe, as insignificant as I am in the bigger scheme of things, me not going to see them is as good a wake up call as I can give them. I am sure others are feeling this way and eventually if enough people do this, maybe the message will finally get through. If the club can't see how many people they are hurting, they probably don't deserve to exist anyway. Yes, I said hurting. I'm a student at the minute but I still bought a membership this year and went to the game this weekend when I have an assignment due Thursday. I could have spent yesterday working on that but instead I put some time aside to watch that farce.

The MFC is a facilitator of Depression and Anxiety

This is the reason I can't go to see the boys next week or into the near future. I will be going to the game of the round (most likely Carlton vs. Collingwood but Richmond vs. St. Kilda is a possibility, depending on my schedule) and possibly going to see the Storm play Wests the following Monday. I can't remember one game recently I have been where I have enjoyed watching the action. I am sick to death of coming out of the footy as flat as a tack.

Some people have canned myself for saying I enjoyed the Daniher years. Tell me one person who wouldn't want to return to that time where we at least went to the footy thinking 'Yeah, we are more than a 50/50 chance here!'? These days it's more, 'Well, sometimes upsets happen. If I don't go this week, I might miss a miracle'. It's pathetic.

Football isn't real life. I appreciate that. However, the best analogy to use in this situation is that of the deadbeat relative. The one who pisses everything away and is always coming looking for a handout. The black sheep of the family. You try your hardest to be supportive but in the end it just boils down to the fact that hanging on is just too painful and it's not doing them any good either. They need to be given a wake up call to pick their act up and I believe, as insignificant as I am in the bigger scheme of things, me not going to see them is as good a wake up call as I can give them. I am sure others are feeling this way and eventually if enough people do this, maybe the message will finally get through. If the club can't see how many people they are hurting, they probably don't deserve to exist anyway. Yes, I said hurting. I'm a student at the minute but I still bought a membership this year and went to the game this weekend when I have an assignment due Thursday. I could have spent yesterday working on that but instead I put some time aside to watch that farce.

Excellent post. Has the makings of a telling newspaper article 'from a fan'.

This club's in dire straits.