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Why it still hurts

Wimbledon F.C. moved to Milton Keynes and were re-branded Milton Keynes Dons. It was ages ago. It still hurts.

There was once a husband and wife, neither were staggeringly beautiful, and they had a very modest home, but they were in love and lived happily for many years in their cosy little home in South West London.

As time went on, they became successful beyond the expectations of all who knew them, to the point where they won the most prestigious award available, and were regularly visited by the great and the good.

Sadly, the home they had lived in happily for so long was small, and having visited so many nice homes recently, the wife started to feel that it was necessary for them to rent a different home in which to hold their parties, until it became possible for them to rebuild their true home.

The years went on and, though she promised to get on with rebuilding their home, she became captivated by the idea that, actually it would be nice to have a larger home in another part of the country. She began to think that she perhaps didn’t need her faithful husband so much, after all, he was looking far less impressive than the husbands of people she was visiting every week.

In time she became convinced that, rather than return to their old and humble home, she would find another place to live, she even considered moving abroad, so desperate was she to avoid moving home. She hardly spoke of these ideas to her husband, afraid of his reaction, always talking about a return to their true home, but never doing anything to make it happen.

One day, behind his back, she sold their beloved little home. She claimed that the money was needed to help them find a better, local, place to live, but despite his insistence that they get on with the search, and his offers of help, she would never find the time to look at it.

One day a strange gentleman from many miles away came to visit her. He had a dream of building some lovely shops in the town where he lived, and the only thing stopping his dream was that the people there wanted to also have parties, just like the woman and her husband had been enjoying for so long. He bewitched the woman with the talk of the wonderful parties they would have together, and she began to believe him. She started to despise the husband who had been so faithful to her for so long. Knowing that he would never agree to hold their parties so far from their home, she started to despise him, claiming that he was holding her back from being truly happy.

The woman filed for divorce, claiming that her only chance for the happiness she deserved was to have parties in the biggest venue possible. Her husband fought to keep her, reminding her of the home they had shared for so long, showing her the plans he’d worked out for how it could be made every bit as beautiful as she’d like, but her mind was made up, and the divorce was granted. 

Her husband didn’t attend any of her parties after the divorce, after all, he had broken her heart, but without his support she found herself in great difficulty, and as he told their friends what had happened, they thought less and less of her too. The strange man from far away was now the only person who needed her now, because he still wanted to be able to build the furniture store and the supermarket.

He whispered lies in to her ear, claiming that her former husband had never really loved her, had never really been good enough for her, and had never really deserved her. He even told her that it had actually been her husband who deserted her and not the other way around, and in her weakness she believed him.

He built his shops, but he would never truly understand her, and never truly love her.

It hurts so much, because she was loved so much.

There you go, parties are matches, the husband is Wimbledon FC (the fans) the wife is the Wimbledon FC Ltd.