On Monday afternoon I was standing in a queue at a Manchester post office. A lady was saying she would love to go to the UEFA cup final but just did not have the money for it. The post office worker said: so you support United? Yeah she said; you too? No he said, I support a proper club, Liverpool. Ah, she said, you better start winning some league titles because you have some catching up to do. We won the CL four times, hey, he said. Silly, innocent banter on a sunny Monday afternoon. I almost joined in to whisper ’49 undefeated, playing football the Arsenal way’, but thought better of it.
Eight hours later a sad, brainwashed fool decides to walk into a crowd of predominantly young and totally elated fellow human beings and blows himself up with the aim to cause maximum destruction. And less than 48 hours after that, the UEFA Cup final has to go on regardless. Sometimes I just don’t get our lives – the way we have to live with this constant knowledge that fellow human beings can lose any value for life and become killing machines; or the way everything just has to go on as to not let them think they won.
I did only watch the second half of the UEFA Cup final and only with half an eye. Mourinho did his usual trick of eliminating any attacking threat Ajax could have by building a fortress around the box. Boring, predictable, but so often effective. A lucky deflection was a priceless gift for the Manchester contingent of labourers; and we all knew that the game was played after that. Mourinho’s team, so toothless in the league (just like us), have added two cups this season and also qualify for the CL.
But the city that is enjoying exceptionally warm weather at the moment is of course not a happy place. No more light-hearted, frivolous banter for quite a while. We just have to face and feel that pain for a while, whether we like it or not.
No need to comment BKers – just wanted to say this. I am sure 17HT’s final preview of the sseason will be out soon.