Sunday 13th March 2016
Football League Championship
Football fans can be fickle when it comes to which team they support. Usually they choose to support (and hopefully stick with) the team that is doing particularly well during that period of time. I wonder growing up in the 90's how many Blackburn Rovers and Newcastle United fans there are across the UK just because they rivalled Manchester United for the Premier'ship' title.
The same could be said today with a new generation of supporters choosing Manchester City and Chelsea to support, or even now Leciester City.
My father-in-law, despite living 40 miles away from Molineux chose to support Wolverhampton Wanderers because of family and friends supporting them, unsurprisingly also because they were the League champions and a dominate force of the 1960's and 1970's. The same reason most of the Midlands chose to support Wolves rather than nearer teams such as Aston Villa, Birmingham City and Coventry City.
With his birthday coming up soon I took the opportunity to take him to a game whilst I was in the Nuneaton area, an early sunday afternoon kick-off against Midland rivals Birmingham City.
After passing the Ricoh Arena, Villa park and the Bescot Stadium on the M6 we finally arriving in Wolverhampton with plenty of time before the match, this allowed us to drop into the nearby local pub which was full of Wolves fans and bouncers on the door. A skeptical look at me from the bouncers made them quiz if I was an away fan. With my Mancunian accent I said I am a home fan and so began the banter at the bar.
Minding our own business with drinks in our hands, a Wolves fan approached us to talk about the match and how this is a massive derby and how much he hates Steve Morgan. I pointed out to them that next season, depending how Aston Villa, Coventry City and Walsall's seasons go, Wolves could have more Midland derbies but he refused to acknowledge Coventry as a derby and spent the next 5 minutes retelling us, all the local rivals whilst always missing one of them out and starting again. After Chris, my father-in-law wound the poor guy up further, we made our way inside the ground for the next round of drinks. I learnt that day that the hardest thing in life to understand is a drunk Brummie.
Despite Wolves having more possession over the course of the game; shots in the game and shots on target, Birmingham City appeared the most dangerous, in particular on the counter attack and the more the game went on the more Birmingham dominated the Wolves goal in the last 10 minutes.
The final score finished 0-0 which was a fair reflection on a disappointing game, however with these two sleeping giants it is only a matter of time before the rise back to the top flight beckons, it always does.