A Greek Trajedy

After a week filled with pain and grief (see pic) I finally feel that I am ready to talk about the unfortunate events that took place at the Olympic stadium in Athens. The scene was set, after slaying the mighty Catalans and disposing of the czar’s army with an obnoxiously arrogant manager the mighty reds entered into a repeat of the 2005 final. Another David vs Goliath encounter. Apparently history does not repeat itself and god is Italian or to be more precise Milanese.
But this is not about a match, not even one as important as the champions league. As you all know I have been singled out as Liverpool FC’s official representative in Roorkee. Anytime they loose I meet about a million people in my short commute from the department to Ravindra who try to rub it in my face. I would be lying if I said it didn’t affect me because it does and it should. What really gets on my nerves is that most of these people could not differentiate between a red card and a green card, which is to say that they know nothing about football (especially the ones that have joined the football fans community on orkut- how phony can you get?) and are just trying to lessen the misery of their pathetic existence by adding to mine.
But this is also not about the miserable people of Roorkee who find solace in the suffering of their fellow brethren. This is about why I so ardently support a club from the windy port on the north west coast of England. It certainly does not have the best players, nor has it been that successful in recent years, it is because the team collectively has a habit of playing better than they are supposed to (with the help of its supporters) and beat far better opponents that one time. It is on such a team that sport movies are made not on a team, which wins over and over again, it is the reason why we still remember that Bangladesh defeated Australia and why the memory of Istanbul will far outlive that of Athens even for the Milanese.
Reading this you would feel that its alright if they loose as long as they win every once in a while, well if you do you couldn’t be more wrong and now even I don’t know what this is about. Its complicated you see, football is not a matter of life and death, its much more than that.