This is right. I need to get this off my chest....
I keep telling myself that there are far more important things in life but the mind plays tricks and convinces you otherwise. It's as if tribalism trumps all rationality. We're so heavily invested in our clubs that we're incapable of detaching ourselves from the animosity of football rivalry. Most people on here seem to be likeable, sensible folk who no doubt have a range of responsibilities (mortgage, kids, job, etc.). This no doubt goes for every club's fans. We share the same fears, anxieties, interests and pleasures in life. The only thing that separates us is the teams we support. What is it we're actually 'supporting'? A corporation with a carefully-assembled squad of athletes from all parts of the globe, all paid huge sums of money, mostly with very little in the way of connections to the cities in which they play. Why would any person get worked up over a game involving that? But we all do.
The biggest problem, as I see it, is the complete and total media saturation of the game. Sky TV have near enough monopolised the game in this country. With a 24-hour news channel relentlessly banging on about Sunday's match, we are hoodwinked into believing it is far more important than it is. You just can't escape it. Hatred and bitterness plays out over the abomination that is Twitter and you can't steer clear of it on Facebook or WhatsApp. It has become all-consuming and unhealthy. I attended a work seminar yesterday at a hotel and I couldn't even enjoy lunch in peace without having SSN shoving Klopp's mug in my face. The pressure just cranked up another notch. It won't be long before we're reading about people with mental health issues linked to following football. I'm not near that point but can I just have lunch to myself? Please?
When my Dad was a lad, following football was confined to Shoot magazine, MOTD, small amounts in newspapers, small amounts on radio, going to the game itself and the FA Cup final on TV. That was it. No 24-hour news bias or PSG v Nice on a Saturday night. He was far more happy as a football fan in those days than now, and far more able to distance himself from its self-importance. Does football really make us happy anymore? It's a similar argument to whether or not kids of today with phones, tablets and an Xbox are happier than kids who climbed trees and put down jumpers for goalposts.
Anyway, l shall be watching Sunday's game knowing full well l won't be able to heed any of the above from the sanctuary that is behind the couch.
Kopites are gobsh*tes, up the blues!