I am the closest I've ever been to walking away. In fact I've tried. All this season I've tried not watching us. But still I do. I say to myself "I'll just watch a couple minutes" but end up yelling at the telly for 90 minutes.rodders999 wrote: ↑Sun Jan 23, 2022 1:27 pmSteveO that brought back memories of me waiting nervously for ceefax to cycle through the pages while the game was going on. Arsenal would be on page 1 of 4 and I’d just sit there staring at the screen as it moved painfully slowly to page 2, then 3 and finally 4 when the tension built to see if anything had happened in our game. Then page one would load again and it would be all pixelated and I’d shit myself thinking the worst, we must be 1 down with a man sent off but when it cycled around again it was still nil nil. Great times
I know plenty people who’ve walked away for a whole variety of reasons, the PL, the cost, the stadium move, the Kroenkes, the badge being changed, the post lobotomy Wenger era, the oil money being pimped into the game and a million other reasons of whatever you’re having yourself.
And there are times I envy them massively but thats why I used the drug analogy in my post, I can’t walk away because I’m fucking addicted to it. I went in search of my fix against the victims the other night but came away empty handed, so here I am again today hoping to get a buzz from Burnley. And sure the hit won’t be the same as beating the victims which in turn doesn’t match the high of beating the scum but I’ll take what I can, a score’s a score!
I mean that Bolton match I spoke about, imagine getting some psychologist to analyse what that particular experience did to me. I endured so much mental torture that I couldn’t even be in the same room as the radio, then things got so bad that I couldn’t even stomach being on the same floor of the house as it. So as a coping mechanism my mind is screaming at me to turn off the radio and walk away, to put an end to the source of my anguish but the best I could do was sit at the bottom of the stairs straining my ears to try and make out the commentary.
I was unable to walk away from something that was doing me serious harm, I was fucking addicted to it and I still am. Tragic.
I haven't been over to a game in at least 3 or 4 seasons and don't miss that at all strangely. I used to get to at least 8 to 12 home games, a couple aways, and at least one European home and away every season. For decades I did that. I lived for it. I thought I couldn't live without those trips to The Arsenal but now I don't miss them at all.
I've started watching NFL lately. Haven't watched it since I kind of supported the LA Raiders in the 80s - they were the bad boys of the NFL and reminded me of Arsenal a bit.
VAR and the diving and the "matey" snowflake media culture have all but killed my enjoyment of football and there is something kind of genuine or honest about the NFL that there used to be about English football. The NFL players give everything and have to be dragged off if injured. I watch modern fooblers diving, feigning injury, and signalling to the bench they want to come off after the slightest contact and I'm embarrassed to be a football fan.
If the NFL didn't wrap one hour of entertainment up in four hours of fucking tedium I would probably dump football and get back into the NFL full time.
I'm at a serious crossroads. Not sure where I'll be this time next year tbh.