Soccernet has a story about the Agony of defeat being far worse in regards to how good the joy of victory feels. In short: We're afraid of the L column.
Story goes that a young man who was a supporter of Liverpool FC would rise dutifully at every opportunity to watch matches from his home in the States. One day his wife noticed how sullen and forlorn he appeared. Tasks that he normally enjoyed and focused on with intensity such as washing the cars, mowing the lawn he seemed disinterested in. At lunch time, she offered a favorite, Turkey with Bacon sandwiches, piled high with pickles and sharp cheddar and spicy mustard, and a frosty beer. He ate and drank, mumbled something along the lines of thanks and went back to his chores. Still concerned at his lack of interest in visiting with the neighbors at the evening barbeque and get-to-gether, she inquired what was wrong, and nothing was his short reply. That night, she decided that she should engage him in a romantic fashioned and after nearly two hours of lovemaking he still seemed distant. She probed him for what troubled him and his response was, I'm tired. She excused her self after a few minutes of awkward silence and went to write in her diary "He seems distant, and uninterested in me. I can't imagine what I've done wrong, I made his favorite meal, I made love to him for hours and still nothing. there must be something I've done wrong". In the meantime he had rolled over and was tapping away at his private online journal, Today sucked. Liverpool lost, I don't know what I'm going to do.
All terrible jokes aside, Moral of the story ladies and gentlemen.. let's enjoy this time. Remember the feelings of 1-0 over United and 10 points from 4 matches. Enjoy the good times! Don't get all bent out of shape about a football match.
*All persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.