I have to say that in my twenty odd years as a football fan I’ve never enjoyed a season as little as I’ve enjoyed this one.
I fully blame it on the Portuguese league, which is, to put it bluntly, a shower of shite at the best of times.
There’s so little flair, so few clinical passes, so few great goals, and most noticeably so little pace.
I watch TV shows like Family Guy because they are humorous. I am hooked on Sky News because it is both unintentionally humorous and informative. I eat food because I need to. Yet there seems to be no reason why I should watch football anymore.
However I’ll still spite my normally rational mind this weekend and fork out €20 to watch two teams with nothing to play for, namely Sporting and Nacional, walk out what will in all likelihood be a dull 0-0 draw.
But what is so irrational about it is not that I’ll do it this weekend, but that I’ll probably do it again and again for the next twenty, thirty or forty years.
I’ll pay good money to sit on a crappy plastic seat and berate the efforts of a bunch of grown men running around trying to kick a round thing towards some white sticks and failing most of the time.
It all begs the question. Why?
What is the pull of football?