Somehow it occurs to me that, the most blind love of all probably is the love of a guy to his football club.

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He would stay until way past midnight to just get a glimpse of how’s the match going even though he has to wake up early for work on the next day.

He would ignore his spouse’s complaints about why they never spend time together again on weekend nights.

He would still cheer for his club even though they’ve lost a lot.

He would curse the opponent players who cause them a penalty, regardless it is fair or not.

He would blame everything other than his club if they concede.

Most probably, he will not change his number one club.

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Even though the club never know who he is.