I had a Nick Hornby moment yesterday.
We went to a farewell party for a colleague of a friend. It was a beautiful, warm Southern California afternoon. Spring had a spring in its step. Sunshine, birds were singing, there was a slight breeze.
The party was outside, in a park near a river. People were drinking beer and eating grilled food. There were games and children running around. Mums were sitting under a canopy talking about waxing and babies.
I didn’t know any of these people. They all looked happy. But what was I supposed to say to them? What was I supposed to talk about?
All I could think about was, Sunderland have just beaten Chelsea. And, 77 undefeated home games for Mourinho. Until yesterday. When a win would have taken them above Liverpool at the top and put the pressure well and truly on the Red Men. But they didn’t get it. They lost. An on-loan Liverpool player scored the winning goal.
How am I expected to think about anything else? And now? We have beaten Norwich. 5 points clear. Raheem Sterling is dynamite.
My friend asked me yesterday, how does one go about celebrating a Liverpool title triumph? Last time, 24 years ago, I had to go and do my paper round after we clinched the league. This time I can’t even think about celebrating. I have no idea what I’ll do, if it happens.
3 more wins. Then I’ll think about it. Then maybe I can talk to strangers again.