" Quite a way back down the line my self-pity had got the better of me. I really did blame it all -- the terrible food, the nightmarish walks, the cramped, uncomfortable tents, the revolting, fly-plagued holes we were supposed to crap into, and, worst of all, the two empty seats in the West Stand -- on the fact that I was the child of estranged parents, the product of a broken home; "

― Nick Hornby , Fever Pitch