Both my teams in the English Premier League lost today. One is squarely in the drop zone to move down to the lower league–how European soccer teams are rewarded for futility. Not with high draft picks, but the demotion of the entire team.
Easy enough for me to sigh and hope for better things next year. I can’t imagine what it must be like for long-time fans to experience the thrill of seeing their whole team promoted to the major leagues, and to savor the prospect of seeing the best pro players have a crack at one’s beloved side once in the coming season. And then to have it come crashing down in utter defeat.
As I’ve acquainted myself with football around the world (I’m starting to call it like the Brits–my wife noticed that the other day) I find that there are, most especially like most North American sports, haves and have-nots. The haves are always in the running for championships, and are never in danger of demotion. Or high draft picks. There is no chance for a have-not to achieve top-end glory. None whatsoever.
That is part of the frustration of being a sports fan these days, especially when one roots for the team that has no realistic chance. My first season of following English football in earnest has been quite fun, but mainly because I have no history with them. The young miss is thrilled that her team, Everton, is very much in the running for one of two European leagues next season. Me, I’ve been rooting for my teams to steer clear of the relegation zone.
That’s one sad bluebird there, isn’t it?