As an Azzurri supporter the strangest thing about the shellacking they received in the Euro 2012 final was the fact I didn’t seem to care, the last time an Italian team lost four-nil to the Spaniards I overturned a living room. Perhaps I no longer care about football? Maybe I’ve got to the point where I no longer have any reactions to twenty-two men running around a pitch other than casual amusement.
This malaise has been creeping up for a while. Where before I would celebrate the highs and shout at the lows of a match now I just shrug my shoulders and change the channel. There is no longer the threat of a sore throat after a penalty shootout, nor the silent brooding that comes from a poor result. Continue reading
