BY RYAN JONES
I like it when we lose.
When we lose the numbers drop andÂ
The fair weather fans melt away,Â
back to their shopping centres and sofas
If I had anything about me Iâ€™d do the same
But there is something about a dreary half empty football ground with ennui seeping through the concrete that speaks to me
You can taste it in the pies
Thereâ€™s humility and acceptance of suffering that appeals to the Welsh Methodist in me
A crammed to the rafters stadium full of joy and joie de vivre,Â
not for me,Â
Iâ€™d rather cold tea and misery any day of the week.