IN response to Mike Clarkson from Lostock, my comments of "never been so depressed with the state of my club as I am now" perhaps have been misinterpreted, let me explain.

I do not disagree that we are watching a better class of football, my comment was aimed at the game in general and particularly the Reebok experience.

One thing I am certain of, if we had still been at fortress Burnden we would not have a home record of won three.

As a Bolton fan who does believe that football was the business in all the things that mattered in the eighties and nineties, I am intelligent enough to see that there is plenty about Bolton Wanderers that does not deserve my support or cash just because they wear a white shirt.

Well after this season I would not cross the road to see the Reebok circus with its overpaid players with names I cant even pronounce playing in a sterile church-like atmosphere for megastore pilgrims.

The players watched by the new generation football fan. Family types, Thunderbird characters seated with popcorn and club class cola and cheering Lofty the Lion.

Blokes like me and my mates who cut their teeth on eighties football find the modern game missing something - entertainment, danger, exhilaration, humour, the buzz.

There was a buzz on the terraces and an adrenaline rush in those days. Nowadays it is fun pubs, fireworks, pom pom girls and the Reebok Rhythm.

You get more authentic atmosphere watching football down the pub than you do at the Reebok these days.

You can stand up and swear if you are so inclined, without a cushion carrying travel club member telling you to sit down.

What is it nowadays at Bolton? Please get to the ground with plenty of time - which is needed with the geographical nightmare that is the Breezeblock - try and find your seat 435, row q, block 56, upper Lofty the Lion stand and you are sat next to somebody sucking boiled sweets with his face painted, who is asking which side are playing in white and when can we start the Mexican wave. That isn't for me.

A bloke runs on the pitch nowdays who cares more for Bolton Wanderers than the majority who watch or who are connected to the club and questions are asked in the local paper with the reporter making statements about the sickness of hooliganism, and the club ban him for life. It's a joke.

Many may read this letter and shake their heads in disbelief and call me fickle, but for me going to the game hasn't improved, it's lost its life, its soul, its camaradarie, it's now just another trip to the Middlebrook complex.

Mark Schofield,

Harwood

Bolton