Is there such a thing as too much goals? Barney Ronay of the Guardian thinks so, and it almost sounds like a reasonable argument until you substitute ‘sex’ for ‘goals’ in the following statement:
Nobody who really likes football likes goals that much. Not in the abstract, deprived of context or scarcity value. What is the pleasure, really, in witnessing a goal? Or in witnessing a goal surrounded by so many other goals that it becomes little more than its basic parts: a leather sphere propelled across a chalk line into a segmented nylon gauze. Does that sound fun? The only way in which a goal has any real content is against the wider background of an absence of goals. There must be struggle and despair, we must genuinely believe to the last that a goal may not happen at all.
And then you know instantly that this is bullshit. We want goals. The difference is that mostly we want quality goals (as opposed to defensive errors), and in some cases we just don’t care as long as our team scores.
I’ll leave the football and sex analogy for someone else – luckily, with the games coming in the Premier League this weekend, I think we’re all guaranteed more goals (place your football bets here), and few will argue that this is a bad thing.