...at last, the whistle triggers an explosion of repressed emotion. This does not fucking slip now! This does NOT fucking slip. Listen, listen! This is gone. We go to Norwich. Exactly the same.We go again.Come on!The leader exhorts: be brave once more lads.Because the next game isn’t really against the men of Norwich City.It’s against the doubts and anxieties in their own hearts.Fear will be lurking at Carrow Road, waiting.Each must face the anxiety of wanting it too much.And the perilous complacency of not wanting it enough.Disquiet mounting with every misplaced pass and wayward shot.And suddenly we’re chasing a game we absolutely need to win.We’re so high up now.So close.Such a way to fall.How would we ever recover.Were you ever this anxious playing footy in the park?Can you remember those gloriously long summer days? When we just ran, and laughed and played.Just for the joy of it.There might be a lesson there somewhere.I do hope in growing up, I haven’t forgotten it.Because just imagine the awesome possibilitiesOf a life without fear.
Its all about winning shiny things.
