the clock chimes 6.00am and Bill Murray awakes to find the same old thing.
Anyone who has seen the movie has probably wondered why he can't stay up until 6am, what would happen physically to his immediate environment if he were to be caught out in the snow and with a lady, or saving a life. Would everything rewind itself at the speed of light, or would it be slow enough to comprehend?
The reason I suggest this is that there is a point in the close season where logic and reason is replaced by blind hope and optimism. A plan and belief for success overtakes the glum reality or excess of the season past, and building on what was is the recipe for the future. Whether one supports Chelsea, Man U or Arsenal - or whether it be Hull, Swindon or even Barnet, you find yourself beginning to believe.
This is easier in a close season when there is no major tournament to cloud your hopes. Nonetheless, the almost unnoticeable and invisible transition into believing in better takes hold and you start to get suckered in. A new kit awaits, pre-season dates sound interesting and the fixture list will be announced soon. Then there is the excitement linked to potential and actual new signings to arouse the creative fluids. The new shape and form of your team playing in a new kit with a renewed spirit and drive for success.
All of this is fine, except I support Arsenal. Success according to our manager is 3rd or 4th place and I couldn't give a shit about a new kit. New signings will be unknown French or African players and our marquee players must be loved hard enough to be set free - with no potential replacement or compensation in sight. Our manager will use the Arsenal.com sex line to suggest all signings will be made before the World Cup and that no one will be leaving.
Delusional creativity with the truth. Like the controllers of the matchday highlights, refusing to show instant replays as if the action didn't happen.
Well I have no happy ending and I am no cynic. I just remember going a season unbeaten and saying to myself, 'remember this you twit as you will be craving improvements and further success'. This is karma.
What do you want? As a football fan and/or a person who hopes for a better future, what do you want? It makes sense to hope and it is the underpinning of all religion. So why not use the same principles in football? Except I am an atheist.
Like the old comedic quip about love and marriage... after enough years together, it is their non-stop breathing that you hate the most.
Arsenal need a fucking urgent face lift and boob job - as who wants to wake up with Andie Macdowell anyway? She's not worth it, nor is Cesc and if Wenger wants to keep making indie movies with the hope that another Blair Witch or Slumdog Millionaire is just a clapperboard of the fingers away, then he can piss off too.
I have matchsticks in my eyes as that 6.00am rolls closer. I will be all too ready to pounce and strangle the elfin Sky Sports spin doctors handing out ecstasy pills and trying to milk the World Cup as they hang the next Premier League race out to dry.
Before that we have a World Cup organised by a Governing Body who make the Afghan elections look fair. So the fight against all odds is designed to send us all running back to our first love - the beloved club side who just keep breathing and breathing.
Grrrr.
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