I need help. I need help very, very badly. I am a forty-six year old man who has been a Watford supporter all my life. You may think that is enough for me to ask for help but my problem is actually significantly more serious than that.
I have done everything I can and I have run out of ideas. I have lived a reasonably good life. I give money to children in need every year and I help old ladies across the road. The issue I am writing about is so serious that I can only assume I did something terrible in a previous life. It is now time to ask the readers of Soccer News to offer me some advice.
I live in the South of England now, near the south coast, and the closest football league team to where I live with my family is Southampton. My eldest son, aged twenty-one, is a Southampton fan. I would prefer him to support Watford but I fully understand and agree with his decision to support his local club. We have lived near Southampton for nearly all of his life and he is doing the right thing.
As a Southampton fan he can hardly be accused of being a glory hunter and he is experiencing all the gloom, doom, frustration, upset and anger that I have enjoyed supporting Watford. It is a character building exercise, supporting a bad team.
My middle son, aged nineteen, is a Watford fan. It is terribly wrong for parents to have favourites amongst their children but when this sort of thing happens it is very difficult not to. I can’t tell you how proud I am that I managed to convert him at a young age and that he has remained loyal to the boys from Vicarage Road. He is the one person in my family who shows the appropriate amount of respect to me as the patriarch. In the old days, the kids would have been made to agree with me, but now they are able to make their own choices. Whether it was my promise to leave all our worldly goods to him alone, and not his brothers, if he supported the Hornets I don’t know, but he wears his yellow shirt with pride.
Then, if I can bring myself to say it, we come to my problem. This is not a small problem; this is a very big, king sized problem. My youngest son who is fourteen is a truly wonderful boy in everything else he does. He is polite, kind and helpful. He shows no sign of any evil tendencies or mental illness. He does well at school and he is a decent footballer. He has lived all his life on the south coast and has no connection whatsoever with the North of England. He seems to love his mum and me, but there is one inexplicable aspect to his personality. Something has happened that I never thought possible in my household and never believed would happen to me. He supports…Manchester United!
How did it happen? Don’t you think I have asked myself that question millions of times as I lie awake at night unable to sleep because the dreadful shame. However much I think about it I just don’t know how it happened. I blame myself, of course, but I’m not sure what else I could have done. In desperation, I have asked him, “What have Manchester United got that Watford haven’t?â€Â
OK, I knew it was a stupid question as soon as I had asked it!
The fact is, of course, that my youngest son has been interested in football for about ten years. During that time, Manchester United have won six Premier League titles, two FA Cups, one League Cup, two Champions League’s, two Community Shields and one Word Club championship. That’s fourteen titles in my son’s short football watching life. He is certainly not alone in being a Manchester United fan amongst his age group.
In an attempt to rescue the situation I have thrown Watford’s two play-off win promotions to the Premier League and the League Cup semi-final and FA Cup semi-final achieved in that same period of time at him but he remains distinctly under whelmed by my beloved club. He has this sort of smirk on his face when he points out that we lost both semi-finals and got relegated out of the Premier League straight away both times. Children can be cruel.
So I am left with a terrible dilemma. Do I continue trying to convert him to the Glory Hornets or do I give up and start telling people that I only have two sons?
It would be a shame to lose him but there is only so much a dad can take. I need help. What can I do?
Ps. Before anyone accuses me of being a terrible parent, I should point out that I am joking…I think!
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