That's a good take. They have won the league four times since I've lived in Spain - four times too many of course - and life has gone on as before. Night followed day, I had ups and downs, loved ones got sick and passed away, I fell in love and out of love and in love again, wars raged, people did amazing things and none of it had anything to do with football.
We're in danger of taking it all far too seriously.
An anecdote...
I used to know this utter twat here, we called him Racist Andy because he was, by his own admission. On his wedding day him and his dad went to an Irish pub at lunchtime to watch Newcastle and turned up to the ceremony pissed as farts.
I bet they both thought that they were real fans, Howay The Lads and all that guff. I bet that other Geordies gave them numerous virtual pats on the back, raised pints in their honour, told them they were brilliant and so on.
Everyone else on Planet Earth would think they were cunts of the very highest order.