It’s a silly thing, but the last two weeks I feel as though I have been going through the five stages of grief over a football transfer.
Long story short, it looks like Newcastle’s best player is going to move to Liverpool. It is pretty disastrous for the club.
Originally I was in denial, surely these were all just rumours that get passed around. But the rumours didn’t stop. They got worse.
This lead to anger, and a bit of bargaining. Perhaps this will work out after all? Perhaps this is just 4d chess. When it didn’t play look like that, our comes stage for, depression.
Now that’s too strong a word, I’m certainly not depressed. But every single story being fed your way is just a reiteration of a rather negative situation. It isn’t pleasant.
The good news is I’m now at the point of acceptance. At the end of the day; it’s a pastime and a distraction. Win, lose or draw, 99% of the time it makes no impact on me, my family, my friends, my wife, job, child, and health.
Plus, the Chinese has a saying about events; “good luck, bad luck, who knows?”
I wrote about it a while ago, you can read that article here: https://harrywetherall.com/perhaps-we-will-see/