Kids Today....

A curious incident from this week's trip to Banbury.  No, not the defeat.  Unfortunately these are becoming all too common and expected.  Nor poor Johnny Edwards barely getting a kick.  This too is becoming unhappily commonplace.

No, I'm referring to the Supporter coach being inundated with young 'uns.  Now, anyone who has been on the Supporter coach knows that the term "young 'uns" covers literally anyone not drawing a pension, but in this case, we are talking REALLY YOUNG 'UNS.  Or teenagers as I believe they are known.  Fully half of the coach seemed to be made up of people more concerned with homework the following day rather than still being alive the following day.  People with smooth faces, reedy voices and copious amounts of annoying, youthful optimism.

As a grizzled veteran, my immediate response was as you'd expect.  Bloody kids.  Making bloody noise.  On my bloody coach.  But, I tell you what - it was actually refreshing to have new blood on the coach.  Yes, they were noisier than the usual crew.  But not overly so.  And they were there to support their team. Just like the rest of us.  Once they learned how to close the toilet door after themselves (utterly vital on RB coaches - believe me!) and realised you couldn't change seats willy-nilly with people who've sat in the same spot since before the Falklands War, they were a welcome breath of fresh air in the often stultified away-trip atmosphere.

A lot of us older folk forget that we too were once the noisy no-nothings at Poppies games, being barely tolerated by our elders.  Gently nudged, and sometimes not so gently in the direction of what was acceptable behaviour on the terraces by those who had seen too much over the years.  We were helpfully guided in our Poppies-supporting journey by fellow fans, probably all long gone now.  The circle of life sort of thing.  Without Elton John's awful song hopefully.

So, on balance, new fans coming through is A GOOD THING.  We get to roll our eyes at some of their antics, correct some of their more outlandish actions and can barely understand anything they say, but then, we don't have to.  We don't have to have great philosophical debates with them, we just all need to rub along and keep them interested in the Poppies long enough to one day take the burden from us!

Even my visuals are over 40-years old.....