Yet, despite that, Wanderers won.
It leaves me to wonder about the whole point of following football. If you support Manchester City do you experience the same sort of high that all Bolton fans did in the 89th minute today? Granted, I’m sure over the course of a season you have an absolute cavalcade of joy.
But, surely, where joy is the most scarce you’ll find those who truly believe.
We are, ultimately, devotees of perennial failures. We are those who find comfort and comradeship in the most bleak of places. We are those who find the path most often trod to be anathema.
Bolton Wanderers is our drug. It’s addictive, it’s pointless and ultimately it’ll lead to our ruin, but fuck me is it brilliant all the same.
I love you, Bolton Wanderers.