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I must admit I never really get the obsession with “believe”.
One of the most beautiful emotions in sport is hatred, raw or controlled. And that’s what I’d like to see today. Hatred of a team who’re sitting in our seat and our players letting them know that. Hatred can be natural and permanent, like for the inbreeds up the road. Or. It can be controlled and limited to today’s 90 minutes. The latter for today as I know Plymouth are a good and likeable outfit. But we muster what we must for 90 minutes.
I remember talking to a legend in a different discipline. His team always fell short against one team in particular and I asked him why. “We didn’t hate them” he said.