So yesterday I got this dumb question stuck in my head after arguing with my buddy at the pub – Madrid or Man City, who’s actually better to follow this season? Felt like picking a favorite kid. Woke up still annoyed, decided to actually figure this mess out once and for all.
First Step: Grabbed Anything With Data
Tore through my football apps first thing while burning toast. Stats, player faces, shiny trophies everywhere – felt like drowning in numbers. La Liga table here, Premier League there, injuries popping up like mushrooms after rain. Stared at De Bruyne’s injury history scrolling past Rodrygo’s goal highlights until my eyes crossed. Not helping.
Then Came The Overthinking Phase
Switched to scribbling junk in my notebook like a madman. Made two stupid columns:
- Madrid Stuff: Old trophy cabinet bursting open, that scary old guy Ancelotti smirking, Benzema gone (RIP), some kid named Bellingham running everywhere
- City Stuff: Guardiola overcomplicating sandwiches, Haaland looking like a Terminator, Abu Dhabi money clouds, still chasing that stupid Champions League ghost
Drew arrows. Circled nonsense. Spilled coffee on it. Pure chaos.
The “Screw It” Moment
Trashed the notebook. Realized stats give me headaches and trophies collect dust. Remembered that Madrid game last month where they somehow scraped a win while looking half-asleep. Felt… annoyingly impressed. Then pictured City methodically crushing some team 4-0 like a machine. Cold. Efficient. Boring?
Hit me suddenly – it’s about the mess. Madrid’s whole vibe is chaotic last-minute goals and duct-taped lineups. City’s a smooth robot built in a lab. My tired brain after work craves the glorious train wreck, not perfect clockwork. Didn’t need more stats or trophy history – just admitted I like watching hopeful disaster.
So Yeah, I Picked Madrid
Not because they’re objectively “better.” Just suits my life better right now. Supporting City feels like doing taxes. Supporting Madrid feels like betting your last tenner on a three-legged horse – dumb but fun. Saved my burned notes as “Evidence of Madness” in my phone gallery. Another life decision made via caffeine and stubbornness. Done.
