Sometimes it’s depressing being a sports fan. We live and die, to whatever degree we have committed ourselves to the tribe, by the actions on and off the field of a group of people over whom we have next to no sway. Success, no matter how monumental, provides little but a delay of an inevitable disappointment foisted on us through the most banal of mistakes perpetrated by those in whose hands we’ve placed our sporting souls.
It’s tough to wrap your mind around the idiosyncrasies of being a soccer club near the top of the food chain in its league, but a league well below the top of the global chain.