Sometimes I wonder why I read this garbage. And I conclude: actually, I rather enjoy reading the GPG. Some of you are funny and witty and droll. Some of you write very good match reports. Some of you - but by no means all - appear to know a little about the game and have access to behind-the-scenes information. By and large GPGers appear to be an amiable bunch, if at times a little nutty about following a group of overgrown schoolboys kicking a ball around a park, but then it's a nuttiness I share.
Many of you, to be sure, appear to suffer from absurd mood swings, veering from euphoria on, say, a Tuesday night, to black-dog hangovers the following Friday. And sometimes these mood swings can veer over into distinct unpleasantness. But overall the sense is of a more or less happy family grouped around a shared interest, and I'm happy to be a part of you.
Respects to you all. But give the manager a break, will you?