Like most blog entries in late July --> end of August this is going to be a little bit about football. Some people would call it "The Beautiful Game" but frankly, that's a load of bunkum really isn't it? Every Summer we follow the transfer sagas and get built up in the hope that this could be OUR year. Just for complete and utter agony to strike us before the first half a dozen games are over.
Take me for example, after years of going to follow Spurs home and away and seeing us in the "lesser" European competition for so long, for which my ribs still hurt occasionally following the over zealous Kaiserslautern policeman (2-1 loss on aggregate, were winning 1-0 after 90 minutes of the second leg, wankers, November 1999) I finally get my chance to see Spurs in the Champions League (last entry 1961/62 a little before my time, Kate may remember it).
Well what an anti-climax, at the expense of sounding like a Tai prostitute servicing a 16 year old virgin it all becomes a let down and is totally unfulfilling. Now, it's not bad the losing as we all go through that and frankly I don't expect Spurs to win the thing but when you're 3-0 down inside half hour against a team who aren't even playing well questions start to be asked. While I always had confidence we'll get out of jail and losing 3-2 away isn't a disaster as it'll be a "Glory, Glory night" at the Lane for the second leg it reminded me of the torture we deliberately put ourselves into.
While this is just one mans suffering relating to one club we know it's no different for others. Wigan come out on day one to get slaughtered at home by newly promoted relegation favourites Blackpool (next up Chelsea away!), West Ham get thrashed in the claret and blue derby against Villa. Sheffield United and Bristol City are without managers. It's the same old story and we all subject ourselves to it every year! We know the fans of these teams will turn out in droves and write opinion pieces on "Why our manager MUST go!" and "Paul Scholes is the greatest footballer OF ALL TIME!" and rant to anyone who may be within range about why they're wrong.
The reality is though, this is why we do it. Where would the fun be without sitting there on a Saturday afternoon, in the stands or in front of "Soccer Saturday" and following our teams fortunes. I know that's not going to be the last awful Spurs performance this year and I fear what'd happen if we were like that against Man Yoo or THEM but I'll sit there every week non-the-less. We love football for the highs and - for most fans - the lows but that won't stop us. Looking forward to yet another agonising season and lor' knows everyone else is too!
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