My boyfriend is a Blackburn Rovers fan and I have accompanied him to about 6 games over the last 2 years. Every time I have been to watch them they have ALWAYS won (even against Barcelona in a pre-season friendly). So my confession is that it's my fault we lost the final - I should have learnt my lesson and stayed away from Cardiff. The humiliation I go through every day is my punishment.
This season we decided to give up our season tickets since I was going off travelling round the world. However, while I was still in the country we managed to attend a few games. One of which I'll never forget. A mate of ours is very friendly with Alex Ferguson's son and he managed to get us some tickets to Spurs vs man utd at White Hart Lane. The only snag being
that we had to sit in the away section. I already had a bad feeling about that game and it was incredibly strange being taunted by your own fans but also, I suppose, by the guy sitting next to you. Needless to say I had the mighty cockerel covered up. So kick off arrives and by half time we were 3-0 up! 3-0 against united and I couldn't cheer a single goal. It was torturous. At half time I had to go into the toilet and cheer loudly into my jumper so no one would hear. But, as you know, the worst was yet to come.
The second half kicked off and united score straight away. As each goal came flying in I had no choice but to stand and applaud for fear of my cover beng blown. As number 4 went in the United fans began to sing "This is so f***ing easy" and I felt like vomiting. The worst part was that I had to watch in silence as Spurs slipped helplessly to defeat with the fans doing very little to encourage them. All I wanted to do was sing up loud for the lads. But it wasn't to be. I think I learnt something that day. Never betray your team for the sake of a freeby. Next time I'll watch it at home.