A perfect fit: Made for each other.

We go together, our fortunes are intractably intertwined with one another’s. This isn’t another human being I am talking about – this is Liverpool Football Club, a passion that I have supported with all my heart since I knew what football was. But when everything around me sucks, when my non-existent personal life is disappointing, when my work is pulling me down in the dumps – basically, when everything around (like I said above) sucks big time – LFC do the same. And have this habit of inflicting upon me a heartache that is only equivalent to break-ups with boyfriends I have undergone in the past. Like today, for instance, losing 1-3 to Hull City. Not that I am undermining the opponents. I am quite a practical fan, I never undermine any team, even if they are minnows. Au contraire, I approach these particular games extremely cautiously, because there have been a lot of occasions in the past when small teams have managed to grind out a brilliant result, humbling LFC 3-1, 4-1, etc. in the process. So it was the case today. And it’s not just LFC losing. That, coupled with Arsenal’s flying start to the season, them on a roll, and winning even those games which they would otherwise be supposed to lose through the season, is a bigger heartache. You see, my ex-boyfriend was a Gooner. And each time Arsenal win, I can imagine him pumping the air and sneering and celebrating. While here I am, down in the dumps, crying and analysing where the game was lost. What exactly happened. Why the midfield continued to be so pedestrian even after half-time. What I can do to get over this terrible, nagging feeling in my heart. Why cannot the team win – maybe just to give me some respite, something to cheer about, something to brighten up an otherwise dismal day that is everyday? Why, even when I know top four looks a distant prospect, did the team have to give me even the faintest glimmer of hope, by playing some good football in the opening few matches, then reverting to this sort of schoolboy, uninspired stuff? It’s hard to describe, this feeling of wretchedness in my heart at this instant. It was just a loss, it is nothing compared to the other disasters people around the world fall prey to. But right about now, this seems like a personal disaster to me. For once, why cannot Liverpool FC not mirror my own heartache and fortunes? Why cannot the club take a different direction to the one in which my life is headed into right now? Let there be a positive change, please. I really need one, somewhere, anywhere.