the unimaginable has occurred

As I reported in January, Arsenal broke me. It was the loss at home to Man Utd. that did it. I didn’t feel that I cut my ties to the club so much as that my ties were cut, in some involuntary yet definitive way. I still don’t fully understand it, but it has a lot to do with being a senior citizen, I suspect: I’m experiencing a real I’m-too-old-for-this-shit vibe. In the March update to that post I said that being clubless was great, but since then it has come to seem less great: footy is not nearly as compelling, I have discovered, when you have no rooting interest. I need to find someone to support! — but I don’t think it will be Arsenal, even though I think they’ll be even better next year. For one thing, it seems wrong for me to celebrate now, given my hopping off the bandwagon in January; but for another and more important thing, I really don’t feel it, at least not for myself. I am happy for the longsuffering supporters, and especially happy for one of them: my son. I am happy…