8 Most Hated Football Teams Of All Time

7. MK Dons (2004-07)

A favourite chant aimed at noveau-rich clubs that have recently bought their way to success is the old chestnut, "You've got no history". In the case of Milton Keynes Dons between the years of 2004-7, this was the literal truth. For those three years at the start of the millennium, it also made them the most hated team in England. By the turn of the century, Wimbledon FC were in deep trouble. They were running on empty, financially speaking, and years of playing in front of tiny crowds whilst sharing a ground with Crystal Palace meant that something had to give, or the club would surely die. What happened next made many fans of the club wish that they had, and preserved some dignity. The club elected to move operations lock, stock and barrel to Milton Keynes, the only largely populated part of the country who didn't have a league team to represent them. The new club, MK Dons, may have moved a sizable distance away from their true fanbase but they decided to retain the official history of Wimbledon FC, meaning that the club remained the same one in law, if definitely not in spirit. If the move was designed to put thousands on the gate receipts, it failed miserably. Outraged Wimbledon fans formed their own breakaway club, AFC Wimbledon, and the new Frankenstein's Monster-esque club was largely derided and ignored by everybody else. MK Dons were referred to in the press as 'Franchise FC', and the Football Supporter's Federation boycotted any new supporter's groups. The lack of class and sheer opportunism of the move had alienated pretty much every supporter in the country. Fans can put up with almost anything except being taken for a ride, and by 2007 MK Dons had given up all pretence of being the continuing embodiment of Wimbledon, and quietly dropped all claims to the previous history of the club they had left behind to die. A situation with absolutely no winners.
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