Why Hearts fans should stop spamming club's Twitter account over lack of signings

The transfer window is sneakingly the best period to be a football fan. Often it’s the most exciting. There are no defeats, no disappointing or mind-numbing draws to haul us back to reality. The sky is the limit. Every new addition is thought to be capable of conquering the world, while the manager is unable to frustrate with baffling tactical decisions as there are no matches in which to do so.

My close friend, fellow Terrace Podcast and A View From The Terrace (shameless plug x 2) panellist Tony Anderson remarked earlier this summer that his favourite part of being a Hibs supporter in season 2021/22 was the January window when new boss Shaun Maloney went on a recruitment spree. It’s relatable. It makes sense, especially because they were rubbish to watch for the rest of it.

Everything about football brings with it a certain irrationality. It’s the whole essence of the sport. It’s watching 11 men or women in matching colours you’ve been brainwashed to adore kicking around a spherical shape and trying to get it beyond someone wearing oversized gloves standing in front of a rectangle. But it’s not mere watching, is it? Football isn’t entertainment, as much as we like to repeat such a supposed statement of fact whenever it suits whatever argument we have, typically against our clubs for charging too much for the experience. It’s an obsession. It’s just about the dumbest thing to be obsessed by, but that’s what makes it so wonderful. So yes, irrationality is a good thing for football, but by god it can be maddening at times.

Listen, I get it. I want to see Hearts sign a striker as much as anyone. There needs to be an alternative to Liam Boyce. When Armand Gnanduillet played (and sulked) his way out of Robbie Neilson’s plans