The immense energy that flows through a British soccer match is unequivocal. It’s not a moment to be contained in words. It is a moment that can only be experienced. The roar of the crowds, tinged with the physical closeness of the players to the supporters puts success and defeat all within reaching distance, literally!
You shout and cheer. Some even cry as eyes are cast across the field of 22 men battling for victory. Some go down easier than others but, strangely, the real enemy is the man on the other side of the field. You can’t see him but he isn’t one of you. He wears different colours and swears a different loyalty. You both channel your energy through the men, or women, on the field in front like a vicious game of chess. Sometimes checkmate is a handshake. Sometimes checkmate is a glass in the face. Sometimes happens everytime, though. Such is life in real kops.