We’re on a slump, having not won any of our last 4 league games and been knocked out of the Europa League in the dying minutes of our tie with Glasgow Rangers.
I hate it, absolutely detest it. How did we get like this? Only two years ago we’d been 2nd for 3 years running despite fighting for the championship against team with twice and three times our budget. Now, we are the laughing stock of Portuguese football (at least I think we are anyway).
Besides the crap season we are having there are many problems with this situation:
- I can’t change teams – the undying rule of any football fan… two things you can never change – family and footie team. So I’m stuck supporting them, through thick and thin, success and failure, ecstasy and despair.
- I can’t see it changing – the people running the club all talk a lot of crap but offer no real solution… the board of directors doesn’t know what it’s doing, we’re buying crap players, playing the wrong formation and getting the wrong type of managers.
But worst of all, it’s not being there. There is a helplessness that comes from distance. As much as I would love to be there watching the game, giving my support or showcasing my displeasure I can’t because I’m here. I tweet about it every now and again, but it feels pretty mute compared to screaming in the stadium. I have to contend with watching as many games as I can on my laptop, hoping and praying for a decent connection and an inspired team.
They say that people play in the lottery not because they actually think they are going to win but because of the chemicals induced whilst the draw is happening. Watching from afar is much the same, you’re always excited and on edge during the game but (nowadays at least) you never expect to win.
Having your eyes open to this very fact is what sucks the most.