Every Man City loss is a dopamine hit for everyone apart form Man City fans. I will never tire of it.
I blush to admit that my reactions are exactly the same.
I admonish myself - really, this celebration of the cycle of hubris and nemesis is something I should have long outgrown, but, no, there is a savage satisfaction of that dopamine hit, there is the (slightly unedifying) spectacle of having to stifle unseemly sniggers at their troubles and travails....
You are right; I will never tire of it.
I think the jury may still be out on whether he made Man City better or worse. Individually a great player, but a black sheep in that team.
Agreed.
But, I would argue, a great player in certain, specific circumstances, namely, only when the team was fully functional and firing on all cylinders to support him.
A team that was, perhaps, nearing the end of its cycle when he arrived anyway?
Perhaps.
And then again, perhaps all this shilling for his Saudi bosses is finally wearing Pep down emotionally, however fabulously richly he’s being remunerated for it.
No sympathy from me on this one.
However, as you rightly remark, that is the nature of Faustian bargains - for, the devil does call to collect his (or her) due, and we are back to that old question - what price for one's soul?
Nevertheless, the sight of Pep this evening, invariably immaculately attired, but yet crouched in clear - and mute - agony, spoke volumes.
I’m not sympathetic, but that’s the nature of Faustian bargains.
Again, hubris and nemesis, but it does have some of that bleak compelling - almost mordant - appeal of a morality tale.
And that will never get old.