Good luck to the Bees.

"I had to go to this psychiatrist every week. Every Monday. He never really knew what was wrong with me. He said I wasn’t mad or anything. He said there *s no such thing as madness. I told him he should try standing in a queue at Brentford football ground on a Saturday morning. I thought it might change his mind."
(Quadrophenia sleeve story, 1973 - not the rather pish 1979 film)