Football, as a sport, is fantastic.
There’s an amazing geometry to it; the way the players pick out passes and the angles that the ball moves across.
There’s a variety in the tactics, much greater variety than you get in other sports. You’ve got teams like the Arsenal of old, who would grind out results, without a flicker of entertainment. You’ve got teams like the Arsenal of today, who play beautiful football but win nothing.
You’ve got counter-attacking sides, possession and tika-taka, high pressers, long-ball merchants, park-the-bus specialists.
But it’s the fans that make it.
The chanting, the songs, the shared joy, the (much more common) shared misery.
Singing “we’re the greatest team” when we’re languishing at the bottom of the second division. Cheering every pass and booing every time the ball goes to the opposition. Chanting “my garden shed is bigger than this” when we visit Old Trafford. That’s what it’s all about.
Take action: Most of your life is actually out of your control. That doesn’t matter though – just enjoy the ride.