Ah yes bitterness.
In football it feels as if it has a unique meaning which I have never quite understood. I guess it is some sort of generic football insult?
But I don't really feel it. I love what my club is doing. I am watching some of the best players in the World, in an incredible stadium, we are often finishing above Arsenal for the first time in years, we are playing in the Champions League final, we are sticking it to the City at their place. Why would I be bitter? We all have so much to be grateful for. It is not as if we have to go away and win at Wimbledon to avoid relegation or we are battling it out in League One.
This week I am going to see QPR v Portsmouth in the second round of the league cup - two clubs close to my heart. There won't be many people there. The football will be dire. And they have little chance of any real success this season These fans of these once great and successful clubs have every reason to be bitter. Will they be? No chance. They will be happy, fun and grateful. I guess it is down to expectation.
Liverpool expect to win - they are bitter that they get 90 points and still don't win. Spurs never win. I have no expectations that they win. I do expect Spurs to entertain. To have skilful players. To try and play on the front foot. To charm. To have an identity. And I think Spurs do that every day. And so I am not bitter. Quite the opposite I am very happy.
So, in short, smug I'd accept. Bitter? No.