250th post on PATGOD ONLINE! Irrational Hatreds No.2 - Premier League Fans

100 posts after our initial "Irrational Hatreds" comes the second in this very occasional series.  Nothing gets on my tits quicker than listening to some Premier League wanabee fan smirking the odds at Rockingham Road.  You know the kind of thing - there's a dodgy pass or poor effort on goal and from behind you hear one dickhead snort to this mate, "Oh my God, did you see that?"  "Rubbish or what?"  This would be fair enough if you hadn't heard them chortling at play for fully 80 minutes and comparing it to the action down at Shite Hart Lane.

That's right, even though Premier League fans are a personal peeve, Tottenham fans at Rockingham Road are the worst!  Spurs have pretended to be a "Big Club" for 40 years despite winning nothing but the odd cup.  They have assembled team after team of under-performing prima-donna over the decades.  They have bitterly lived in the shadow of Arsenal (and now Chelsea too) for generations. 

Their fans (at least those at Kettering games) seem to think everyone is interested in how "wheeler-dealer" 'Onest Harry's team of crippled defenders and ex Portsmouth strikers are getting on.  At least I think they do, given the fact they are always shouting to each other about incidents 'dahn th' Lane'.  And now they've finally managed to finish high enough up the league to qualify for what is laughably called the Champions League, the local Spurs fan is like a dog with two dicks.  Suddenly they feel the need to jokily pontificate about the performance of lesser mortals.  

I'm more of a Heide Klum fan myself.....

I heard one of these footballing experts actually complain about shelling out £10 for the Wimbledon game.  This was a game where every one of our players ran, sweated and tried harder in one game than David Bentley will do in his entire career.  All these armchair Spursaholics could do, in their completely non-London accents, was moan that our players weren't as talented as the Tottenham ones, presuming, of course that they conveniently didn't include Pavyluchenko or Palacios in this determination.....

If you don't like supporting your local team no one is actually stopping you boorish Cock(erils) from shelling out 40 notes for trainfair and a further 50 or 60 on a ticket to watch the third best team in North London fritter away their season once Harry gets banged up, and Joe Jordan is put in charge.

Gertcha!