The association of ideas is sometimes dangerous. For example, someone who sees Pizjuán with Manchester United gets emotional and thinks: “If Sevilla can win the Europa League again, Why don’t we go out every Thursday again?”.
Going to a party driven by the enthusiasm of a victory for your team is one of the best things football can give you. You go from the celebration of the goal to the celebration of the victory and from there to the celebration of the whole night, pure existence. You’ll be happy with no more effort than prolonging the inertia. You don’t need to pedal, you just need to immerse yourself in the finish line: mental and collective review of the best games, chatting with friends you’ve traveled with and met, and exaggerated predictions about the season finale, because then the bills always come out. Why limit the excitement to the stadium if you can have the full experience? The game doesn’t end before you go to bed back home until you see the recap of the game in the ethyl nebula. Its effect stays in the memory until the next week, because that’s how great victories are.
On the other hand, going to the party after your team’s defeat preserves another essence. In such cases, you contain the collapse. Every drink puts you a little deeper in your misery. Friendly arguments turn into a tense fight with uncontrollable ease. Even when having fun, laughter suddenly freezes at the memory of the result, because forgetting is a delusion. Bitterness is a disposition, and grace is always lacking. The last thing on your mind when you get home is to see the recap of the game before going to sleep, not possible, not for trillion pesetas. The effect remains in the memory longer than necessary. Depending on the game, in fact, that trace of sadness may never be erased. A losing final, a successful relegation or a flying promotion. It always haunts you, because there is no turning back and never will be, and because that’s how shitty defeats are.
However, in order to enjoy some, you have to go through the torture of others. This is something easy to explain. Why do we love holidays? Why can we enjoy them? Because we have very busy days.. If every day was empty, sooner or later they would disgust us. We didn’t know how to value them. Likewise, in order to appreciate victories, one must first understand defeats. It’s okay that sometimes football can’t catch up to him and maybe a statement should be sent to him. “Dear football, we’ve been in the Third Division for seven years, we’re losing the playoffs and we’re on the verge of disappearing. I think we already understand the value of defeat. It’s clear to us and thanks for teaching, but if you don’t mind, let’s see if we can keep winning one of these days.”
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An explanation, maybe or something.
In any case, pay attention to the association of ideas, because sometimes you can’t measure results. Nothing like waking up on a Friday with loads of responsibilities and chores to go out on Thursdays and remember why we stopped going out on Thursdays. To sum it up, whatever: we are not Seville, Guti has a new grandchild and the Europa League is no longer the UEFA Cup.
The association of ideas is sometimes dangerous. For example, someone who sees Pizjuán with Manchester United gets emotional and thinks: “If Sevilla can win the Europa League again, Why don’t we go out every Thursday again?”.
Going to a party driven by the enthusiasm of a victory for your team is one of the best things football can give you. You go from the celebration of the goal to the celebration of the victory and from there to the celebration of the whole night, pure existence. You’ll be happy with no more effort than prolonging the inertia. You don’t need to pedal, you just need to immerse yourself in the finish line: mental and collective review of the best games, chatting with friends you’ve traveled with and met, and exaggerated predictions about the season finale, because then the bills always come out. Why limit the excitement to the stadium if you can have the full experience? The game doesn’t end before you go to bed back home until you see the recap of the game in the ethyl nebula. Its effect stays in the memory until the next week, because that’s how great victories are.
On the other hand, going to the party after your team’s defeat preserves another essence. In such cases, you contain the collapse. Every drink puts you a little deeper in your misery. Friendly arguments turn into a tense fight with uncontrollable ease. Even when having fun, laughter suddenly freezes at the memory of the result, because forgetting is a delusion. Bitterness is a disposition, and grace is always lacking. The last thing on your mind when you get home is to see the recap of the game before you go to sleep, not possible, not for trillion pesetas. The effect remains in the memory longer than necessary. Depending on the game, in fact, that trace of sadness may never be erased. A losing final, a successful relegation or a flying promotion. It always haunts you, because there is no turning back and never will be, and because that’s how shitty defeats are.
However, in order to enjoy some, you have to go through the torture of others. This is something easy to explain. Why do we love holidays? Why can we enjoy them? Because we have very busy days.. If every day was empty, sooner or later they would disgust us. We didn’t know how to value them. Likewise, in order to appreciate victories, one must first understand defeats. It’s okay that sometimes football can’t catch up to him and maybe a statement should be sent to him. “Dear football, we’ve been in the Third Division for seven years, we’re losing the playoffs and we’re on the verge of disappearing. I think we already understand the value of defeat. It’s clear to us and thanks for teaching, but if you don’t mind, let’s see if we can keep winning one of these days.”
Related news
An explanation, maybe or something.
In any case, pay attention to the association of ideas, because sometimes you can’t measure results. Nothing like waking up on a Friday with loads of responsibilities and chores to go out on Thursdays and remember why we stopped going out on Thursdays. To sum it up, whatever: we are not Seville, Guti has a new grandchild and the Europa League is no longer the UEFA Cup.