Football has become busier. There’s always some match on, some league to follow, some derby to hyperventilate over. Is there a thing like too much football?

On 31 October, I found myself hunching over my laptop, streaming Real Madrid’s Copa del Rey tie against Melilla. In the end, it was a relatively intriguing match, albeit entirely meaningless and forgettable. Santiago Solari made his debut as a caretaker manager, and Vinícius Júnior produced a lively performance.
After the match finished, however, I had a strange feeling in my brain. What I felt, was relief. I was relieved it was all over, and I could aim my focus onto other things. It was as if I had feared I couldn’t miss out on that match. Sometimes, I believe, I don’t consume football so much as it consumes me, bite by bite.
Don’t get me wrong: football outside the cabinets is good. It’s great actually. How great? So great, I could do a thousand words just by writing anecdotes and tropes about it. But are we ever going to have enough of football?