Men, feelings, always an issue. Men feeling up others, a particularly big issue in the current climate. But despite protestations to the contrary, men emphatically DO have feelings. Even above the waist, sometimes. Particularly when football is concerned. Then we can display deep feelings. Almost to the point of tears. Yes, men cry. And not just because you’re star, 65 million pound striker just missed an open goal, men can cry from emotion too.

So when you hear that Liverpool have just put the 4th goal past West Ham, how did that make you FEEL? It made me feel rather happy. Not because I’m a Liverpool fan but because I’m not a West Ham fan. West Ham fans are generally rather horrible, particularly about Spurs, so their loss is my gain. I also felt ‘thank God it wasn’t us conceding 4’ because every fan thinks that first and foremost. Then the gloating starts. Its what we do.

So West Ham sack Slaven Bilic, their floundering manager who should have been sacked months ago but hung on by the skin of his dental implants. Because the Hammers are in crisis and need a new broom. In the shape of David Moyes. Whose last job was to run Sunderland because they were in crisis. A job he did so well that they went down anyway. But The Davids: Sullivan and Gold, probably chose the Scot because they can get a jobcentre grant for employing him.

Then Spurs played Palace. Missed that game too (I miss them all at the moment) but we won. Which made me feel totally wonderful. Without knowing too many details, which only spoil the fun, we played a fairly poor team, we struggled but came away with 3 points. Job done. I almost cried with joy, or possibly with relief. Either way, manly tears.

Next up, in a massive Sunday of immense matches, came Arsenal’s visit to the Etihad. Wenger’s sometime shambolic, occasionally brilliant group of overpaid divas played probably the best club team in the world at the moment. And lost. Which shouldn’t have made me happy, should have at least divided my feelings because City are running away with the league and that’s bad. But… but… but an Arsenal loss always produces the best of feelings in me. Ok, I’m not saying they’re ‘nice’ feelings, nor ‘good’ feelings, but they’re mine, they’re real and I was over the fucking moon. Particularly when Arsene went straight to ‘bad loser’ mode and attacked the appalling standard of refereeing. Tosser. If you know Sterling is a ‘diver’, and everyone knows that, its up to your defenders not to put themselves in that situation.

And finally came another biggy. Chelsea vs Man United. Morinho’s return the last place he suffered a total mental melt-down. Before the one he’s about to suffer at Old Traf. And I had good feelings about this match. Mainly because I was watching it with Lila. A minor problem because the tv was behind me. And it was no competition. Because however good either a Man United (as happened) or Chelsea loss would be to watch, watching Lila is immensely more enjoyable. And in the battle of good feelings, watching Lila squirm is infinitely better than watching Morinho squirm.

All in all: I feel good.

Happy Monday

A xxxx