I’m conflicted. And it makes me feel… uncomfortable. Conflict does that.

You see, the problem is football. Its always football. And at this time of the season, the deals get done, the projects finalised, the outcomes realised. There’s nowhere to hide when you’re heading for relegation and can’t score a goal. Like Leicester last night against (sometimes-)mighty Liverpool. And we all have a, sort of ‘mini-soft-spot’ for the Foxes because they won the league 7 years ago against all imaginable odds. And then degenerated into something less wholesome. Something a bit more Jamie Vardy. A bit more Gary Lineker. So if they should take the plunge, you can’t help but think that may take at least a smidge of smugness off Linker’s face. Jamie Vardy’s face is simply a lost cause.

But my main area of conflict is at the top. As Arsenal virtually conceded any chance of winning the league by losing to Brighton my initial, instinctive and unconscious reaction was one of joy and happiness. That doesn’t make me a good person, I appreciate that, it just makes me a Spurs fan. Which is not always a logical, considered, even decent place to be. But there ya go. Because when I do consider, I realise that I’m apparently happy for Manchester City to win the league. Again. And firstly that’s a bit boring and secondly I’m in the unholy position of cheering for the devil. For the immoral, unscrupulous and corrupt. A team who appal me with their flaunting of at least 105 rules (according the ongoing case against them). Who twist and turn and conceal and obfuscate at every financial mis-dealing.

Hence my conflict. The thought of Arsenal winning the league fills me with dread. The thought of Man City winning fills me with disgust.

Dread… disgust… dread… disgust…

Happy Tuesday

A xxxx