Last weekend, I met someone who helped me realise that I am not as unprejudiced as I like to believe. I met a football agent at the Birmingham City Awards event. I had tended to think of agents as bad guys who invent stories about possible transfers to put up fees and maximise their own earnings. Speaking to one helped me realise that agents are human and, as in most groups, there are good ones and bad ones. I remembered that one of the reasons I like football is that it helps me meet people who are not like me and see them as people not stereotypes. That includes meeting people who have different values to me. Getting to know and like people doesn’t mean that I accept all their values and views on life. So I feel less holier than you than I did when I wrote my last post and less worried about being out-of-step with other football fans.
And, of course, another reason for feeling less sad is that Blues won another game. The game against Huddersfield had everything; penalties, a sending off, two goals for us and a clean sheet. The ground was full and the atmosphere was great. To be honest, I have to admit that I was too nervous to really enjoy it until after the final whistle. I’m going to Bristol tomorrow and am trying not to think about it too much. I was at White Hart Lane when we were relegated in 2011 and at Bolton in 2014 when we narrowly escaped relegation so I have some idea of what it is going to feel like. I just don’t know whether it will be despair or elation this time.