And yet again a new season comes around. I sometimes can't help wishing that I didn't care. Why am I bothered by what a group of people whom I have never met do on an increasingly metaphorical Saturday afternoon? Why do I wake up on Sunday morning wondering if I should look at the results before I watch the replay-on-demand of a game that took place whilst I was asleep?
I find it very difficult to understand why it matters to me. I watch important political events, such as Brexit, unfold with much interest but they can never create the same intensity of emotion as WFC. I don't watch anything as much as I do Watford goals, some of which I must have seen many tens of times. I remember events such as Scullion's goal against Stockport or Micky Walker's save against Oxford Utd more clearly than many things I did myself.
So here we go again. I feel the anticipation and the fear that a new season brings. I so hope that we will finish in the top 10. I so dread finishing in the bottom 3. I don't want the tension of a relegation battle. If I could only stop caring life would be so much easier; so much simpler. It would be nice to be able to go weeks without looking at a league table. It would be good not to worry about where the goals are going to come from this season.
I go though all this even though it is perfectly feasible that I will never visit Watford again, let alone get to a game. I have lived out of the UK for over 25 years and still I follow what is happening at the club. It looks as if I will have to wait until I am senile before I start behaving rationally.
I find it very difficult to understand why it matters to me. I watch important political events, such as Brexit, unfold with much interest but they can never create the same intensity of emotion as WFC. I don't watch anything as much as I do Watford goals, some of which I must have seen many tens of times. I remember events such as Scullion's goal against Stockport or Micky Walker's save against Oxford Utd more clearly than many things I did myself.
So here we go again. I feel the anticipation and the fear that a new season brings. I so hope that we will finish in the top 10. I so dread finishing in the bottom 3. I don't want the tension of a relegation battle. If I could only stop caring life would be so much easier; so much simpler. It would be nice to be able to go weeks without looking at a league table. It would be good not to worry about where the goals are going to come from this season.
I go though all this even though it is perfectly feasible that I will never visit Watford again, let alone get to a game. I have lived out of the UK for over 25 years and still I follow what is happening at the club. It looks as if I will have to wait until I am senile before I start behaving rationally.

