So Liverpool and Manchester City are fighting out for the English Premier League title. We have been the sole contenders for the championship for the past 5 years or so.
Today they (City) won their match and we drew, which gave them a 9 point lead.
I should be feeling awful. But I feel relief. Now I can watch our matches without stressing over the result. The Scousers don’t have to win every single time, now that the league seems out of our hands.
I can relish Trent’s crosses, Firminho’s half-turns and Thiago’s cross field passes, and not be fixated on a W next to our name.
I can also enjoy the brilliance of Kevin de Bruyne, who is City’s best player (and my favorite player), and delight in the silky touches of Gundogan and Bernardo Silva.
Football should be something to enjoy. But the compulsion to win becomes a burden.
We should let the beautiful game stay a good thing. Yet it’s difficult to get over the tribalism and the pride in being called champions.
Let’s see how long I am allowed to enjoy the freedom of being unbiased.
Edit: 3 months after writing the post, Liverpool are 1 point behind City. Here we go again.🙄
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