Don’t you try to pretend
It’s my feeling we’ll win in the end
What if Saturday is the day we start to wrestle our club back? What if the noises begin to be heard? What if the penny drops? What if the realisation hits home? What if our voice and defiance finally makes a difference?
Whatever your stance, whatever your location, whatever your perspective – let’s do this one more time. There’s only one sane resolution to this problem. I don’t even need to say it.
We’re all angry. I’m absolutely seething. But can you really take another season without Coventry City? I may be riddled with apathy. I may curl up in a ball of resistance every now and again. I may even threaten to walk away from something that means so much to me.
But I know I can’t. How could I give this up? Coventry City Football Club is engrained in each and every one of us. It’s not really something you can control.
Does that mean I will eventually succumb to being strong-armed into a needless trek to watch team play its games 35 miles away in Northampton?
Never. That will never have my support.
But I’ll be in Coventry this weekend, walking side-by-side with every other Coventry City fan who wants the club back at its rightful home. Back at the Ricoh Arena. The stadium that was built for the fans and the club. Not for a council. Not for hedge fund owners.
I know it. You know it. The Council knows it. Sisu knows it.
There’s a resolution there. And we’re going to find it.