AN experiment? An indulgence? Folly? Or merely the search for something new and rewarding? The purchase of a Fulham season ticket, before – I might add – knowing if the club was going to be in the Premier League or the Championship, was a bid to regain something from my lost youth. In the past couple of years, I have been suffering a form of footballing impotence, an inability to be over-impressed or excited by anything on the playing field. Appreciative, yes, of moments of sublime skill, but I had lost the buzz of being partisan, of really caring about the outcome of a game. Bored, to some extent, of boorish behaviour and myopia. The seeds for this jaded, world-weary feeling about watching football…