IF it is true that music soothes the savage beast, then it is one of life’s few certainties that football pokes at it with a sharp stick.

The one thing I have always tried to remember in recent years is that football is supposed to be a pleasure, a joy, a safe-house from the pressures of modern life. For me personally it is also a massive release.

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Far from arriving home feeling angry if the result goes the wrong way, I turn the key feeling infused with relief from 90 minutes of shouting incoherent oaths, involuntary yelps of frustration and commands that the players and manager wouldn't understand as any recognised language even if they weren’t only audible to dogs.

My well-honed style isn’t to tut, sigh, turn and say ‘X isn’t tracking Y and as a result Z is being given the freedom of the whole left side’. I fall back on the tried and tested ‘aaarrrgggghhc’mon, X, c’monRoversaaaarrrggghh’.

And one thing no-one can level at Blackburn Rovers is that there is not enough scope for such actions nor that any remaining vowel-less outbursts still in the tank cannot be used right up to the final whistle. Rarely is a Rovers game settled before the fourth assistant brandishes the board.

The flowery thoughts gathered here weekly in no way reflect how inarticulate I am at games.

So whilst I may sit post-match at my club in a deep, comfy chair, cradling a balloon of Cognac, shrugging off the sometimes awful football we see served up, appearing to be the very picture of uncaring jollity, it isn’t because it doesn’t mean less to me, it’s just that I am all passion spent five minutes after the game and need to refuel my angst for the next game.

Ruminating and brooding on matters beyond their control has rarely brought happiness to anyone.

For anyone who seethes and endures pain as a result of Blackburn Rovers, I totally understand and I empathise. I was once that soldier and the enemies I fought were the very things I cared about: Blackburn Rovers FC and myself.

Post-Bolton game I saw a lot of social media Douglas Baders voicing the opinion that the game was badly-attended, rubbish and dull.

Watching the game back on Saturday – all part of my rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle – it did look dull and the atmosphere somehow muted.

I guess you had to be there to appreciate the full ‘live football’ experience. Although in these recession-hit times it is a fair old financial outlay.

See what I mean about it being a ‘treat’ going to watch your team?