There’s no excitement quite so depressing as mandatory excitement. Compare and contrast the following.
- Joe Root strides to the crease and a large crowd rumbles with enthusiasm
- A batsman strides to the crease and Somebody Told Me by The Killers plays
- Joe Root takes a quick single and a large, partisan crowd pretty much roars
- A batsman hits a six and is rewarded with four bars of Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis
- Joe Root makes his debut Test hundred on his home ground and everyone goes crazy-mental for about 20 minutes
- Anything at all happens warranting Simply The Best or We Are The Champions
Now we may very well be old, cynical, jaundiced and miserable, but we’re also correct. Excitement doesn’t come from the tangentia surrounding a sports event. Either it arises naturally or not at all. If anything, canned excitement only draws attention to what’s missing.
Emotions cannot be scheduled nor coaxed into existence. If you’re anything other than an idiot, you accept that fact and so take extra pleasure on the rare occasions when the planets align and something half-decent happens.