The season starts on Friday. Okay, it's a pre-season challenge match, but the routine kicks in. Kicking back on Friday with a decent curry to watch the game. Carly Simon summed it all up pretty stupidly. Anticipation....is keeping me waiting. It makes as much sense as Alanis Morisette's definitions of irony. Surely anticipation is the result of waiting? Whatever.
Anyway, the season starts on Friday. It's arguably the best time of all. You studied the transfers, listened to the gossip and imagined what will happen. On match-day 1 all that will be over. You will be on the winning or the losing side, staring at the stars or into the abyss and the reality of it all will begin to hit home.
That's why the week before the season starts is so cool. It is a week of dreaming, nervousness, expectation, speculation and delicious delight. It's like the moment you bring a flame towards your cigarette, the soup on the spoon, an unopened, interestingly shaped gift. You can taste it and smell it but yet it is all still only in your mind.
You check the fixture list, mentally noting dates where you want to be free. You check the TV listings, meatlly booking yourself in front of the tellybox for evenings to come.
The week before the season starts is like getting ready before a first date. Will the evening end with a kiss or a kiss-off?
It's the moment between the polls closing and the pollsters declaring.
Please god, let my team win something this year. We deserve it.
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