*sigh*
One of my best friends here in Ohio has a son who's 8 and supports...Man City. He's a great kid, and was really excited to watch today's match with me, but I was well chuffed when I realized I was working and didn't have to. Gutted when the Jesus goal came up on the BBC tracker, then elated by the VAR. Then I have to confess to a small smile when I realized the little bugger might at least feel a tiny fraction of true supporter's pain.
Am I a total c***?
No.