Feelings don't get more primal than men's emotion about football
The establishment has decreed that men's emotions are somehow the wrong emotions
AS THE game between Liverpool and Crystal Palace ended on Monday night, my friend and I sat there gazing vacantly at the screen, trying to absorb the enormity of the tragedy that we had witnessed, the loss of a three-goal lead which essentially destroyed Liverpool's otherwise marvellous quest for the Barclay's Premier League.
We had watched many of these Liverpool games at my place, so that it had become an intrinsic part of the title challenge in itself, a form of ju-ju. And while all our experience at the highest level of the game had told us that it could end badly, and had prepared us for that, we never quite suspected that it could end this badly.
No words were spoken for a while, there was nothing that could possibly be said by either of us that would encapsulate the scale of our suffering.