The words spoken in jest at the end of the previous post, turn out to have been true.
There are at least two ways of supporting a football team. One is to choose a team, according to success or style of play, or even because ‘everyone else’ does. To my mind this is precisely not supporting a football team, but supporting ‘success’, ‘popularity’ etc. The other way consists in a kind of curse inflicted on one at an early age, a throw of the die that one cannot actually remember but which in any case determines one’s allegiance forever. In this second instance, you find yourself wishing you did not support the team in question, you wish you were indifferent to how they are performing, even as your hand reaches for the T.V., just out of curiosity you understand - before curiosity turns to quiet elation or frustrated disappointment. You can tell yourself you are no longer particularly bothered about football, that your choice of this team is in any case arbitrary, that practically none of the players even come from your home town. These nice observations are useless, the protestations in vain, for all are casually refuted when, driving back from a country walk on a Saturday afternoon, you find yourself asking your friend to put the radio on.
Anyway, as with the ‘unregistered letters’ post, I invite the reader to use the above as a metaphor for/ example of any one of a number of things.