I was scrolling through my feed and saw a simple, high-resolution image of the Tottenham Hotspur starting XI. My stomach dropped. I felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread wash over me. I don’t even follow the Premier League.
The Aura of Disappointment
There is just something deeply unsettling about a club that constantly promises greatness and delivers pure, unfiltered heartbreak. The photograph literally radiated anxiety through my phone screen. I had to go look at pictures of golden retrievers for twenty minutes to recalibrate my mood.
