The link between ideas can be risky. For instance, a viewer who imagines Sevilla at Pizjuán alongside Manchester United may feel a surge of emotion and think, If Sevilla could win the Europa League again, why not go out on Thursdays every week?
Attending a party fueled by the thrill of a team’s victory is one of football’s most powerful gifts. It moves from the moment of a goal to the moment of triumph and then to the celebration that lasts through the night, a pure experience. Happiness comes with little effort, simply by letting momentum carry one along. There is no need to push—one simply embraces the finish line: a collective review of the best moments, conversations with friends who traveled or who were met along the way, and bold predictions about how the season will end, even though the bills inevitably arrive. Why confine the excitement to the stadium when the full experience can unfold elsewhere? The game lingers in memory long after, even as the night ends and a recap appears in the waking hours, because memorable victories leave a lasting imprint.
Conversely, celebrating after a defeat preserves another essence. In those moments, the sense of collapse is contained. Each drink sinks a little deeper into sorrow. Friendly banter can turn into a tense clash with ease. Even during moments of joy, laughter may pause at the recollection of the result, since forgetting is an illusion. Bitterness can settle in, and grace may feel scarce. Returning home, the last thought is not the game’s recap but sleep, with a heavy weight that feels beyond reach. The memory stays longer than needed, and depending on the match, that trace of sadness might persist indefinitely. A disastrous finale, a close relegation, or a surprising promotion can haunt memory, because there is no turning back and that is simply how difficult defeats feel.
To truly enjoy some victories, one must endure the challenge of others. This logic is easy to explain. Holidays appeal because life stays busy. If days were always idle, they would lose their charm. People learn to value them only through contrast. In the same way, victories gain meaning when defeats are understood. There are times when football cannot steer events, and a message might be sent: Dear football, the club spent years in the lower division, playoffs slipped away, and the club’s future seems fragile. We acknowledge the lesson of defeat and, with gratitude, ask if there can be days when success returns.
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Perhaps an explanation, or something along those lines.
Either way, attention to the association of ideas matters, because results can be elusive. There is nothing quite like waking up on a Friday with many tasks to tackle and deciding to go out on Thursdays, only to recall why those plans were abandoned. In the end, it is clear that the situation is not Sevilla, Guti has a new grandchild, and the Europa League has replaced the UEFA Cup.
The link between ideas can be risky. For instance, a viewer who imagines Sevilla at Pizjuán with Manchester United may feel a surge of emotion and think, “If Sevilla can win the Europa League again, why not go out every Thursday again?”
Attending a party fueled by the thrill of a team’s victory is one of football’s best gifts. You move from the moment of a goal to the moment of triumph and then to the entire night, a pure sense of being. Happiness requires little effort—simply extending the momentum. There is no need to push, only to immerse in the finish line: a mental and collective review of the season’s best matches, conversations with traveling companions and new friends, and exaggerated forecasts about the finale, because bills always arrive. Why limit the thrill to the stadium when the whole experience can be lived? The game ends only when a recap appears at home, drifting through the night like a nebula of memory. A great victory leaves a mark that lasts until the next week.
On the flip side, celebrating after a defeat preserves another essence. In such moments, the collapse is restrained. Each drink sinks the mood further. Friendly debates turn into sharp arguments. Even in moments of joy, laughter can freeze at the memory of the result, since forgetting is a mirage. Bitterness clings, and grace is scarce. The last thing on the mind when home is to watch the recap, not possible to repeat, not for a sum that dwarfs the club’s budget. The impact stays longer than it should. Depending on the game, that trace of sadness may never fully disappear. A painful final, a relegation that sticks, or a dramatic promotion chase can haunt the mind, with no turning back and little comfort in defeat.
Still, to enjoy some moments one must tolerate the trials of others. This is easy to explain. Holidays feel earned because days are busy. If life were dull, holidays would lose their appeal. The value of victories comes from understanding defeats. It is acceptable that football sometimes lags behind its own pace, and there may be a message sent to the game. Dear football, years in the third division, playoffs slipping away, survival uncertain. We recognize the value of defeat, and we say thank you for the lesson. If you do not mind, perhaps there will be days when triumph returns.
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Perhaps an explanation, or something of that sort.
In any case, attention to the association of ideas matters, because results can be impossible to measure. Waking up on a Friday with a long list of duties is no reason to skip Thursday nights. The message is simple: sometimes one must recall why going out on Thursdays was discontinued. Ultimately, the message is clear: the club is not Sevilla, a legend has grown, and the Europa League has shifted the landscape beyond the UEFA Cup.