After supporting AFC Bournemouth for many years, I have had my fair share of joys and disappointments throughout the 10 years of my love for the club.
Having putting my money into a bucket after the possibility of losing the club during administration, losing key players and suffering cup and league heartache has certainly made my blood pressure rise and add the possibility of my hair turning grey early.
Travelling to the old ground on a miserable rainy day and then going home without the three points, wasn’t what I call a great day out. Would I change it for the world? No, I wouldn’t.
Seeing the club travel all the way to Wembley for the Auto Windscreen, now Johnston Paint, final in 1998 to lose to Grimsby, going all the way to the Millennium stadium for the Division three playoff final beating Lincoln 5-2, witnessing the fastest hat-trick by James Hayter and hearing about the great stories of beating Manchester united in the FA cup and winning leagues and great survivals. Those memories certainly make up for every defeat on a poor day and travelling round the country to only come home with no points in the bag for all your efforts.
This season has certainly been and up and down, like my whole period of hanging a red and black scarf around my neck.
Going into the season with minus 17 points, I was optimistic we would survive but not hopeful of joining the League 1 status next year.
Having gained a new manager twice this season meant that results and performances weren’t going his way.
A home defeat against relegations rivals Barnet was like a kick in the teeth for me and then manager jimmy Quinn, which was his last game.
Many fans thought this was a brilliant choice by the men upstairs. I agree. With the team playing with no passion and not grinding out results represented a rubbish period and I was glad to see the ex Northern Ireland international shown the door.
A surprise and a bold decision was then made by the board. No it wasn’t Jose Mourinho or Frank Rijkaard walking through the doors of the Fitness First Stadium but a Bournemouth legend Eddie Howe.
With no managerial experience I was expecting to watch lower league football next season. Thankfully I was pleasantly surprised, with the team 7 points adrift of safety they have now claimed themselves four points clear of the drop.
The recent resurgence under Howe is all down to good passing football and Steve Fletcher, when heard of the big man’s arrival. I couldn’t hide my delight, a legend from the North.
Throughout this season, my nails have been bit short, I have worried and I have celebrated and have suffered a range of passion for my club. I’m sure everyone who reads this, can sympathise and understand but isn’t that the beauty of football?
Many people would think supporting a team languishing at the wrong end of the football league is a bad thing, but I know I wouldn’t change my club for the glitz and glamour of the Premier League and Europe.