Following ugly scenes during last night’s Carling Cup tie between West Ham and Milwall, Lions supporter Lance Bellers acknowledges to readers of When Saturday Comes Daily, “the wheeling out of Millwall’s stock list of misdemeanours has taken on comic proportions”, while asking those Millwall fans who aren’t looking for a fight, “it’s all so predictable and depressing that you really have to start asking yourself at exactly what point would you decide you’ve had enough and call it a day?”

This season has included the usual amount of those incidents that start to make you really wonder. For example: the eternal racism (“We’re glad we sold the nigger,” sung by a few and aimed at Chris Armstrong); the father leading his seven-year-old boy by the hand after the Youth Cup final at Arsenal and singing at the top of his voice, “North London is full of shit, shit and more shit”; and two stories from a friend, who told of having to run for his life after visiting the New Den and also of someone he knew suffering a double headbutt after the Forest game, even though he actually supports Ipswich.

So what exactly would it take to kick the football habit? Millwall’s severe lack of form at the beginning of this season certainly had me thinking hard. After all, without a half-decent side to follow, what else did I have to entice me there? Of course, the real answer is that I probably will never give up going altogether. Football still supplies sufficient excitement, uncertainty and comradeship to prevent me from really ending it all. Am I alone in this? I suspect not.