No more stiff upper-lips. No more taking it on the chin. Barely three generations on from fighting them on the beaches we collapse into a state of panic, adopt foetal-position, and experience stupefying shock about....... reading words we don't like!
Someone wrote something insulting about the junior Scummers without checking what Twitter account they were using. Realises it is through the official club one rather than his own and deletes it. That's it. Dumb thing to do. But no-one died. Or was physically harmed. Or psychologically scarred. Should it have happened - no. Did it happen - yes. Was it removed - yes. Should that have been the end of it - sure, why not.
A few Inbreds might have been nonplussed by the message. They would have moaned. The A6 bridge troll might have shook his fist in our general direction. That should have been it.
But no, not only do the Direones act as though we'd tempted their sisters away from the communal straw bed, Poppies fans then back them up with cries of horror, regret, empathy, and apologies.
Apologise? Hell no, not in PATGOD's name!!!
One more time, for anyone not keeping up with the relationship between us and them....
Rushden & Diamonds FC was a plague on non-league football, and did more to destroy the part-time game and the Poppies in particular than any other organisation. They died. Football cheered.
AFC Rushden & Diamonds FC was set up by people wising to honour the legacy of the original club (without making an effort to save it of course). They could have called themselves anything. Rushden FC. Ithlingborough FC. Webbed-Fingers Athletic FC. Anything.
But no, they wanted to ally themselves to Grigg's monstrous hobby, and be seen in the same light. Well, congratulations - you are. If you want to be seen as the footballing equivalent of the Galactic Empire you can't complain if everyone cheers when Luke Skywalker slams a missile into your Death Star, can you?
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