I’ve been a Real Madrid fan for almost 20 years now. It’s a shocker for even me, but I just realised I’ve only watched two or three games since the 2018 Champions League Final.
Why? Why is it important? Who cares anyway? This is an important lesson for you because I am a living example of how easily one might get tired of winning.
It must be a first world problem, right? Your team wins a lot, I mean a lot, so you just stop giving a hoot; it’s so easy to take them trophies, awards, wins and goals for granted.
I watched every single game with the same enthusiasm and dedication since the day I fell in love with Raul, one of the best Spanish strikers ever. It didn’t matter if it was against a small, somewhat rubbish team or some really good opponents in the Champions League in late April-May.
I was there when it seemed no one would ever be able to help my much-beloved team find a way out from the sinkhole they’d managed to get themselves into. I’m telling you, around 2005 it was hell being a Real Madrid fan.
I was there when the team which had Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, Raul, Roberto Carlos, Casillas in their squad didn’t win anything. They were constantly knocked out and humiliated by the fricking Olympique Lyon in the Champions League – speaking of which, what a team that Lyon were, I miss them so much!
I’ve been there since 2000 so I’ve seen everything ever since. I saw the biggest mistake my team ever made by letting the legendary Claude Makelele go.
He was N’Gole Kante even before being N’Golo Kante became a thing.
I was there when players like Jonathan Woodgate, oh Lord, were able to play for the greatest team in the world. Those years still give me anxiety.
I was there when Barcelona destroyed my team in Madrid on a yearly basis and when the Santiago Bernabeu gave a round of applause for a goofy faced Brazilian named Ronaldinho. You remember him, don’t you? Don’t tell anybody but I loved that fella even though he played for the enemy. Anyway.
I was there; it’s like an overused phrase such as, I don’t know, Get Brexit Done.
Make no mistake: the past two decades have been a rollercoaster no matter how happy you would be telling me otherwise. No, matey, it’s not easy to support this team. It does take its toll on you.
I still remember that 2002 Champions League Final in Glasgow when the then 17-year-old Iker Casillas introduced himself. Had you told me after that glorious night I’d have to wait another 12 years to get a CL trophy, I’d have laughed at you so hard.
And bang, you’d be right, big time; what a 12-year drought that was.
In 2014 we finally broke the curse and won an absolute thriller in Lisbon against this annoying, violent, attention-seeker little dummy brother of ours in Madrid, Atleti.
Zinedine Zidane got the job 2016 and with him we won three more Champions League trophies. The greatest run the football world has ever seen. Bugger off with Pep Guardiola, Barcelona play better football but Zidane’s team was unstoppable; it was built for winning.
This is where this economic term, utility, came into play. I mean, at least for me. Utility refers to the total satisfaction received from consuming a good or service. My first pizza, for example, is a 10 out of 10, my second is just an 8 because I’m already half-full, and my third would be like 5, tops.
You just can’t be hungry all the time. This is why I told myself after the 2018 Champions League Final that I needed a break. This was one of the top reasons, apart from Vladimir Putin and that clown Neymar, why I didn’t enjoy the 2018 World Cup one bit.
I grew tired of seeing Sergio Ramos, Marcelo, Toni Kroos, Gareth Bale doing the same thing every week. I just didn’t care anymore about seeing Casemiro, Isco and Luka Modric making the same mistakes, passes or dribbles a thousand times in a game.
If it was me, I’d have released about 90 percent of the team after we beat Liverpool and pushed the reset button. Yeah, this is Real Madrid and you have to win, but as a fan, I lost my interest and was aware I needed something new.
Is there any solution? I don’t know. I stopped being hungry. Does make me seem like a terrible fan?
I truly don’t care. I only want to get my mojo back and enjoy watching football like in the old days.
Maybe if Raul, my childhood hero, took over in Madrid, I’d be excited once again.
Do you hear me champ? I’m waiting for you.