
(ROPHO — Life, Loyalty & Emotional Rollercoasters)
This post was supposed to be a follow on from last week, how my weekly planner was working, short answer it’s not, all my plans were changed, hospital appointments for our daughter, weather, and last minute requests from clients.
So, we will see if my considered laid out plans for next week, already scribbled on planner will work, I will keep you updated.
Sunday was a big day in the Kerton household, football fans may be aware of the rivalry between Southampton and Portsmouth.
On the South Coast it’s a big deal, so at 12pm on Sunday ( I still like a 3pm kick off on a Saturday), I was sat in front of our television poised to enjoy a Southampton victory.
It doesn’t matter who the opposition is, I am always convinced we will win, even if we’ve been on a six match losing run.
Maybe it’s foolish optimism, but it is what a supporters life is all about.
For the record, the score was 1-1 but we should have won (for any Pompey fans I’m only joking).
Being a supporter of a sports team, whatever the sport, is a complicated relationship.
Sport is meant to be fun, and playing it certainly was for me when I was younger, especially football, which I was reasonably good at on my day.
Supporting a football team, however, is something else entirely.
It’s emotional, It’s irrational, and at times, I’m fairly sure it’s not entirely healthy.
It started with my father… and confusion
My father was a lovely man in so many ways, but he was strange in one way, because!
He supported both Southampton and Portsmouth.
Even now, I find this completely baffling.
He lived in Swanmore, a village almost perfectly placed between the two cities. He lost his father at just 14 years old, and by his own account would go to matches with different uncles or friends, sometimes to The Dell, sometimes to Fratton Park.
Over time, he became fond of players rather than clubs.
To him:
- Jimmy Dickinson was the best player he had ever seen
- Terry Paine was the finest crosser of a ball, and should have played far more for England
Club loyalty, as we understand it today, wasn’t quite the same then.
It was about heroes, moments, memories.
Becoming a Saints supporter, whether I liked it or not
My dad, grandad and grandmother started taking me to The Dell when I was about six years old.
That was it, the decision was made, fate sealed.
This is where my journey as a Southampton supporter began, not through logic or choice, but through family, habit, and repetition.
And once football gets into you at that age, it never really leaves.
What does being a supporter actually mean?
Being a supporter means different things to different people.
Some go to every game.
Some go occasionally.
Some watch on TV.
Some listen on the radio.
Some follow obsessively online.
But nearly all of us invest far more than time or money,we invest emotion.
Call me mad, but a good or bad result can genuinely affect:
- My mood
- My outlook
- My patience
- My optimism
- And yes, sometimes my decision-making for the week ahead.
I’m convinced I’ve been more generous, more forgiving, and more optimistic on a Monday morning because Matt Le Tissier scored an unbelievable goal on Saturday.
I may even have given pay rises to people who didn’t deserve them.
(I’m not saying it definitely happened… but I’m not denying it either.)
Why do we put ourselves through it?
Supporting a football team, especially one like Southampton, teaches you many things:
- Loyalty without guarantees
- Hope in the face of logic
- Acceptance of disappointment
- Occasional moments of pure, unfiltered joy (1976 FA Cup winners).
And those moments, make it all worthwhile.
A last-minute goal, a derby win, a season where everything clicks, a player who becomes a legend.
They stay with you far longer than the defeats.
Football, ageing, and perspective
As we get older, something changes, we still care deeply, but perhaps with more perspective.
We’ve seen relegations, promotions, heartbreak, miracles.
We’ve learned that football mirrors life:
- You don’t always get what you deserve
- The journey matters more than the result
- Loyalty doesn’t guarantee happiness, but it gives meaning
And yet… I still check the score far too often, still feel that lift or drop in the stomach.
I still let it influence my weekend mood, some habits die hard.
So… joy or punishment?
The honest answer?
Both,
Supporting Southampton FC has given me:
- Frustration
- Disappointment
- Questionable weekends
But it’s also given me:
- Shared experiences
- Family memories
- Stories
- Identity
- Belonging
And at this stage of life, that matters.
Final thought
Football isn’t just football,It’s memory, connection, routine, emotion.
And if occasionally it ruins your weekend, or improves your mood enough to hand out undeserved pay rises — so be it.
That’s part of the deal.

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