Glory hunting is not for me
It's been a strange mix of emotions for me over the past few weeks concerning the two sports I love the most.
While I'm still thanking my lucky stars that I've been plunged into the centre of one of the most exciting starts to an F1 season that I can remember, my excitement has been tempered somewhat by my other passion - Norwich City.
And while there's a bit of a break from the racing before we all head to Barcelona for round five, my attention turns to The Valley this Sunday.
You see, I love football and I love that this is a nation so passionate about it. However, I wish it was trendier to support your hometown club.
I know the modern world means people move all over the place and often have heartfelt allegiances based on tenuous connections, and that's fine, but for me, football represents having pride for your original patch.
Who said football was easy? In my mind, that magnetic pull that prevents me chasing glory is so magical.
I didn't choose to support Norwich City, as far as I was concerned there was no choice. I moved there aged nine and that was that.
My hometown, my hometown club, my fellow supporters; all in it together win, lose or draw...and rarely has it been the first one.
I guess it's a reflection of the pride I feel for the city I call home too...as I've travelled the world with Formula 1 over the past month I've loved saying 'I'm a Norwich fan'...it seems most of the east thinks we all support one of the big four!
So, why is this relevant?
Well, mine is a story about the fact that sticking with your hometown club come rain or shine can more often be punctuated with pain than peppered with pride, but that's what makes the relationship so intense and the sweet moments all the sweeter.
However, this weekend forget sweet, think sweat as I'll be one nervous fan!
2002: Pain at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff as Birmingham City beat us on play-off penalties to gain promotion.
2005: Final game of the Premier League season. Another defeat. This time even harder. 6-0 to Fulham at Craven Cottage to send us down. Tears once more.
So do forgive my apprehension about this weekend.
Another crunch game, once more away from home, and defeat might just send us into what I still call Division Three.
I recall being convinced that relegation from the top flight was the end of the fun for me. But how wrong I was.
I've enjoyed watching my team just as much since 1995, in fact the Premiership struggle of four years ago wasn't half as entertaining as the previous few seasons.
And it's because the club isn't the players who come and go, the managers who inevitably quit or get the boot, or even the standard of the opposition...it's us, the fans.
At times, inside Carrow Road, the wave of unity has swept us to incredible achievements such as the 1959 and 1989 FA Cup semi-finals, top of the Premiership in '92, and our great European run of 1993.
To me, the great team of 50 years ago only exists through stories I've been told, and my own recollection of the rest of our glorious moments are beginning to fade after what has been a very difficult season for Norwich City.
Our top scorer is Leroy Lita, the Reading reserve striker who scored seven while on loan and left months ago.
And here's a laugh, our second top scorer is a certain O.G. You couldn't make it up!
Then there are the loan players.
It seems managers think using five - or in our case sometimes six - loan players in a team of 11 is a great way to 'play the system'.
I am dead against it as it opens the club and the loanees to easy criticism and as for fans, well for me it eats away at the unity between club and players that is so crucial to success.
It won't be unearthed by asking club legends to return and lay their neck on the line and manage a team at its lowest ebb, and it most definitely won't be created by negativity pouring down from the stands.
The rest of the team were good honest pros who played for us as much as we sung for them.
Whatever your team, whatever their respective struggles, they need us now more than ever.
I will be so, so nervous at The Valley on Sunday as we keep one eye on Barnsley's game.
But even after the beers have been drunk and the tears have dried I know that if relegation was the end game that I still have my local team, they still have me and another 25,000 besides.
In the end that's all that really matters.
Good luck if you too have a crunch game this weekend and if your side has already succumbed to the inevitable. Don't give up on them now, it could be you that helps put them back where they belong, and we all belong to our local team.