If you are a Gooner, and don’t live in a remote part of the world where you aren’t surrounded by thousands of football fanatics, you most certainly have a best friend, a fellow football lover, who you like as a human being, whose views on the economic crisis in the Eurozone you completely agree with, whose opinions on art and philosophy enthral you, and the only thing that prevents you from thinking of him as your platonic soul-mate, is his love for a certain English club. In that case, you’ve certainly had the following conversation (or at least, something that resembles it in spirit) with him :
You : Why do you guys keep launching the ball ahead, waiting for your striker to score? It’s boring.
Your friend: Look who’s talking. When did you guys lift a major trophy, last? Was it in this century?
And the argument ends there, with you drinking way too much of the beer in your hand for a single gulp, and him looking at you with a smirk on his face. You mutter ‘FA Cup, 2005’ under your breath, but you know that he isn’t looking for an answer, that his question was as rhetoric as the best of them.