The Match You Can Never Watch Again - The Ongoing Avoidance Years Later

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Not the biggest loss.

Not the worst bet.

The match you actively avoid.

The one where something happened that has made rewatching it specifically impossible or specifically something you choose not to do.

Mine is Wales versus England at the 2003 Rugby World Cup.

Not even a final. A pool match. Wales lost narrowly.

I had a significant bet on Wales by the standards of the time. Significant enough to matter. Not enough to be devastating.

But the match ended in a way that produced a specific feeling that has never fully dispersed.

A try in the final minutes that the television angle made look like it might have been held up. The TMO review that confirmed the try.

I was in a pub. The pub went quiet in a Welsh-specific way. Not silence. The sound of people deciding not to speak rather than having nothing to say.

I've never watched a replay of that match.

Not because of the money.

Because watching it would require going back into the pub-quiet of that specific evening.

The match lives behind a specific quality of feeling that I haven't chosen to re-enter.

Whether this is about the bet or about something else entirely: the bet was the thing that made me present in a particular way during the match. Without the bet I might have felt the loss differently.

Whether the avoidance is about the money or about what the money was doing during the match: I've never clearly separated the two.

Has anyone else got a specific match like this.
 
2007 NFC Championship Game. Green Bay versus New York Giants.

Cowboys had been eliminated the week before. I'd backed them in the divisional round and they'd lost in a way that was genuinely difficult to watch.

The Championship Game itself: I had no stake in it. Should have been neutral football.

I couldn't watch it.

Not because of any bet on that specific game. Because the Cowboys' exit the previous week had produced a specific feeling about that entire playoff period that contaminated the subsequent games.

I turned the Championship Game off after twenty minutes. Watched something else.

In the following years when that game has come up in NFL historical discussions, I've been aware of a specific reluctance to engage with it.

The reluctance not logically connected to anything in that specific game.

Connected to what that period of football represented that year.

The match that exists within a contaminated period: avoidance behavior that isn't about the match itself.

The bet on the earlier game: the thing that made the period contaminated.

The Championship Game caught in the contamination without having caused it.
 
lads this thread is one i've been thinking about since taffy posted it...

the match i can never watch again isn't one i had money on...

which is the thing that surprised me when i thought about which match it was...

ireland versus france. euro 2016. last sixteen.

€0 on it...

watched it with friends... the whole thing... rivaldo-esque... robbie brady header to equalise... the roar in the pub... thirty minutes of thinking it was possible...

then france took over and it ended 2-1 and ireland were out...

haven't watched a replay of it since...

the reason i can't watch it is specific and has nothing to do with betting...

emma was beside me when the robbie brady header went in...

we were four months from the end and neither of us knew it yet...

we were just two people in a pub who'd been together two years watching ireland nearly hold france to a draw at the euros...

the roar that went up when the header hit the net: i remember looking at her in that moment...

the match lives in that moment...

watching a replay would require going back to the last period where everything was still normal between us...

normal while being a few months from over...

the match as a container for a specific before that can't be revisited without the knowledge of the after...

the bet that's not there and the loss that's not about the football...
 
The match I cannot watch again is the final match of the 2018-2019 Premier League season.

Manchester City versus Brighton. The final day.

I had a specific and significant position on Liverpool to win the title. The title would go to Liverpool if City dropped points.

City were drawing at half time. The position was briefly alive in the way that only the night-before thread can describe from the inside.

City scored three goals in the second half. The position was over.

The match itself I watched until the end. The mathematical elimination was clear by the sixty-fifth minute.

I watched the remaining twenty-five minutes in a specific state.

That state is not one I want to re-enter by watching the match again.

But the specific reason the match is unwatchable is not the position and not the money.

Margaret died seven months later.

I've never sat down to watch that match in the way I sometimes revisit significant betting moments to understand what happened.

When it has appeared in broadcasts or documentary content about the Premier League season, I've left the room.

The position I was holding that afternoon is not the reason.

The afternoon itself as one of the last normal betting afternoons is closer to the reason.

Normal in the specific way that the period before you know something will end has a quality that can only be seen from the other side.

I was managing a significant outright position while sitting in my Hampstead house with Margaret in the next room.

The match as a date on a calendar that had things after it and before it that I didn't know would be different kinds of things.
 
The match I can never watch again involves a specific person rather than a specific outcome.

I won't describe it in detail.

But there was a playoff game several years ago that I watched with someone I was involved with at the time. A meaningful stake on it. The game was good. We won.

The relationship ended badly approximately six months later.

The game clip appears periodically on sports media when that season gets discussed. The last time it appeared I closed the tab within ten seconds.

The money won that night: irrelevant.

The win: irrelevant.

The watching it again would require re-entering the specific physical and emotional context of that evening.

The context: no longer accessible without the knowledge of what the subsequent six months looked like.

The contamination going backward in time.

The good evening seen from the after: no longer simply a good evening.
 
Mine is small and I feel slightly embarrassed describing it next to everyone else's.

Super Bowl LIV. Chiefs versus 49ers.

Chiefs came back from ten points down in the fourth quarter to win.

I was watching with my dad. He'd been really sick earlier that year and this was one of the first times he felt well enough to watch a full game properly.

The comeback. The fourth quarter. Mahomes.

I had money on the Chiefs obviously. The money won.

But the thing that makes it hard to revisit isn't the money.

It's that my dad cried when they won.

Not dramatically. Just briefly. The release of a really difficult year ending with the Chiefs winning the Super Bowl.

I've never watched a replay of that game.

Not because of the bet.

Because watching it would require going back to what that afternoon meant and I'd have to watch my dad being that relieved from the safe distance of a recording and I don't want that experience.

The match as a specific container for a specific moment between me and my dad.

The replay as a version without him in the room.

The room is the thing. Not the match.
 
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