I don't want to get involved in inter-forum bitching and it appears to be the mindset of a large quantity of our fanbase, not just MolMix. I really don't understand the need to take what could be genuine concerns to these extremes.
I don't think anyone who thinks this way really gives a shit if other fans laugh at them or not - and the lack of patience isn't exclusive to Wolves fans, let alone one particular fans forum. It's football fans in general - it's getting worse every year and it's turning me away from the game I love TBH.
Well, I find myself totally with Langers all the way here.
Having been a Wolves supporter since my first pair of real underpants, I have to admit I hunkered down on Saturday to follow the Bolton game on every bit of the internet that was reporting it, and found myself devoid of my normal match day emotions from the very get go.
I accept that i can't watch the games, but i read every word written about Wolves by whoever writes it, and frankly I am just confused, both by the goings on at Wolves and football in general.
The money flying around for average players is mind boggling, and the fact that Chelski have 30 players out on loan I find just sad.
Football has taken over people's lives, but not in the way it did on the packed terraces in the 60's and 70's, but in a totally obsessive, past the point of rational thinking way.
I love the internet for many reasons , not least that i can follow Wolves in a certain way, but it appears to have given power to people who shouldn't be allowed to eat with a metal knife and fork.
I like to think I have stopped my drunken ranting on here now, (rants, more due to economic pressure than football) but before the internet I would have had time to sober up and reconsider making an ass of myself, now I press send and the damage is done forever.
I still follow Wolves every second possible, and having read the MOl Mix tome must be proof of that, but I find my emotions with the current situation both at Wolves, and with football in general, becoming more and more detached.
The fun in the game, whether winning or losing, has turned into a rant about pound notes, games like Football manager have turned morons into the new Alex Ferguson, and has turned my match days into a state rapidly resembling a coma.