This is why.

I am, for my sins, a Queens Park Rangers fan. Like most long-term relationships, mine is one of long and constant deterioration: from wide-eyed early infatuation through to frustration, anger and watching Clint Hill sweat and pant for five entire years. But with the powers that be in W12 doing some soul-searching after another boom-and-bust relegation season, I thought it high-time I did some of my own. So forget what you heard about wage bills and Borussia Dortmund: instead, let me try to humanise one of the most derided clubs going.