Obviously it depends on the level of your team and the crapiness or otherwise of those you are playing against, but if you're winning, say, 3-0 after 70 minutes, is it time to crack open the hypothetical bubbly and smoke that unreal cigar? It strikes me that however much we love the game, and spend a lot of money following it, either live or on TV, we spend a lot of time wishing that matches would end (either we're frightened of that scenario in which one goal back for the other team leads to the comeback of all ages; or because the team is playing so badly that you are seriously considering walking out before the final whistle - which you've never done - but there's always a first time). Or there are some games which are so tedious that your mind turns to other things.
In short, why do we enjoy suffering so much?
In short, why do we enjoy suffering so much?
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