Like many fans, my love for football started from a place of innocence. At six years old, it was a way to connect with my father. It was driven by childhood curiosity about the rules of the game, the colorful uniforms and helmet logos, and the cities the teams represented.
Fast forward a few decades later, and being a football fan is now a source of some guilt in my life.
Why?
These days, there is reminder after reminder that the heroes I have looked up to might be destroying themselves – and all to entertain me and my fellow football fans.