99. No Problems.
It's not you. It's me.
I think we should take a break.
I need some time alone.
Maybe until June next year?
This has been an English top flight Season To End All Seasons, but to the credit of players and administrators, they have completed it with no spectators and, importantly, very little pandemic related drama. So it seems. Perhaps one should wait ten days? Or see out the FA Cup? Or the European competitions?
For me, this has been a deeply satisfying, and deeply emotionally affecting season. Even satisfaction - deep karmic satisfaction - comes at a psychological and even physiological cost. I felt, as many others feeling the Thirty Years Of Hurt, that I was carrying the team. Much like that famous picture of a repentant Rodrigo/Robert de Niro lugging a burden for his sins everywhere. I needed a cardiologist for almost every game!
In the end, though, the hoodoo is broken. All that matters, for now, is NOW.
I don't have the energy for the bile or the lop-sided debates. I want a quiet mind, a CHAMP19NS tattoo, and then a 12 month retreat.
And then, maybe, a renewal.