Some surprising information emerges after a few minutes spent fraternising with the enemy.
I know it’s not the done thing to sit down and talk football with a Tottenham Hotspur supporter, they tend to get a little agitated when you mention they’ve not won any silverware in the past decade, but today I did just that.
Whiling away the hours as I contemplate a career change after more than four decades with the same company, I got talking to a fellow office worker, of the female variety, who regularly attends Tottenham Hotspur games.
Naturally, we discussed the VAR nonsense that saw Manchester United, wrongly, gifted a place in the last eight of the Champions League before we moved on to the possible destination of the Premier League title come to the end of the season, in May.
Avoiding the fact that the recent defeat inflicted upon Tottenham, by Chelsea, had ended their hopes of winning the Premier League for the first time, we spoke in unison when we both said that we hoped Manchester City would win it.
When we asked each other why, we both couldn’t help but agree we had a mutual hatred of Liverpool before she eloquently added that everybody she asks, who follows football, doesn’t want the title to end up at Anfield.
Now I wonder why that is?
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