Agreed.Originally Posted by blue matt
Short of picking the feckers up, driving them to the ground and giving them free beer, there’s nothing the club can do.
The team are doing well, we really can be the twelfth man.
The players are running through walls for us, yet a lot of fans can’t be arsed to walk across the rec.
It’s like something out of a David attenburgh documentary - the lesser spotted Cardiff city fan, most of the time, invisible to the naked eye. You can sometimes tempt them out of hibernation with a cheap hull ticket. But once every few years something remarkable happens. The planets align and with the prospect of a trip to Wembley thousands of these fans, known by their Latin name of gloryhuntus plasticus will clamour all over each other to make the trip before disappearing again into their holes, not to be seen again until the next time.
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