Celebration Gone Wrong: When Emotions Overshadow Journalistic Objectivity
The euphoria was palpable as I celebrated Jude Bellingham's golden goal against Slovakia in the Euros 2024 tournament. The sheer excitement of witnessing an unforgettable moment on live television had me, a seasoned football journalist, momentarily lose sight of my professional composure.
As I stumbled out of the pub with my England-shirt-clad mates and into the Greenwich beer garden, the scene was one of unbridled joy – but also self-awareness. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I, as a sports journalist, should be more measured in my expressions of delight. My guilt-ridden thoughts lingered, partly because, as a future father, I wasn't sure how these outbursts would sit with my family.
The scene was not unique – England fans across the country were similarly overcome with emotion, their usually stoic faces now etched with grins and tears. Social media was awash with tales of pub brawls, pint-throwing antics, and hasty apologies for over-celebration. The stark reality is that such outbursts are often a product of the same emotional release we witness on live TV.
For me, however, it wasn't just about Bellingham's incredible goal – though it was certainly that. It was about something deeper: my own connection to England football, forged over years of watching and cheering for the team through thick and thin. The recent Euros defeat in 2021 still had a profound impact on me; I recall storming into our backyard, feeling gut-wrenchingly defeated.
It's also possible that, as an ardent Manchester United fan, my allegiance to England during this period was driven by the desire for a meaningful shot at glory – something lacking since Sir Alex Ferguson's departure. Yet, beneath all these explanations, lies another issue: societal perceptions of football fans.
Unfortunately, football has often been seen through a skewed lens – one that equates it with hooliganism and violence. Fans are stereotyped as unsophisticated and reckless, their emotions deemed unseemly. This is particularly evident in the way they're viewed by the political class, who seem more interested in policing football's 'problematic' aspects than embracing its power to unite people.
For me, however, this isn't an issue; I've never seen it as such. When a goal goes in – as Bellingham's did – I lose myself in pure, unadulterated joy. It's about connection, community, and the raw emotions we share with fellow fans. As journalists, let's not judge our own kind too harshly.
On that summer's day, it was Jude Bellingham who inadvertently brought us together; his act of genius transcended anything I could have anticipated. And when England celebrates its next tournament goal, be prepared to see a sea of smiling faces – and maybe even a few journalists momentarily losing their composure in the process.
The euphoria was palpable as I celebrated Jude Bellingham's golden goal against Slovakia in the Euros 2024 tournament. The sheer excitement of witnessing an unforgettable moment on live television had me, a seasoned football journalist, momentarily lose sight of my professional composure.
As I stumbled out of the pub with my England-shirt-clad mates and into the Greenwich beer garden, the scene was one of unbridled joy – but also self-awareness. I couldn't shake off the feeling that I, as a sports journalist, should be more measured in my expressions of delight. My guilt-ridden thoughts lingered, partly because, as a future father, I wasn't sure how these outbursts would sit with my family.
The scene was not unique – England fans across the country were similarly overcome with emotion, their usually stoic faces now etched with grins and tears. Social media was awash with tales of pub brawls, pint-throwing antics, and hasty apologies for over-celebration. The stark reality is that such outbursts are often a product of the same emotional release we witness on live TV.
For me, however, it wasn't just about Bellingham's incredible goal – though it was certainly that. It was about something deeper: my own connection to England football, forged over years of watching and cheering for the team through thick and thin. The recent Euros defeat in 2021 still had a profound impact on me; I recall storming into our backyard, feeling gut-wrenchingly defeated.
It's also possible that, as an ardent Manchester United fan, my allegiance to England during this period was driven by the desire for a meaningful shot at glory – something lacking since Sir Alex Ferguson's departure. Yet, beneath all these explanations, lies another issue: societal perceptions of football fans.
Unfortunately, football has often been seen through a skewed lens – one that equates it with hooliganism and violence. Fans are stereotyped as unsophisticated and reckless, their emotions deemed unseemly. This is particularly evident in the way they're viewed by the political class, who seem more interested in policing football's 'problematic' aspects than embracing its power to unite people.
For me, however, this isn't an issue; I've never seen it as such. When a goal goes in – as Bellingham's did – I lose myself in pure, unadulterated joy. It's about connection, community, and the raw emotions we share with fellow fans. As journalists, let's not judge our own kind too harshly.
On that summer's day, it was Jude Bellingham who inadvertently brought us together; his act of genius transcended anything I could have anticipated. And when England celebrates its next tournament goal, be prepared to see a sea of smiling faces – and maybe even a few journalists momentarily losing their composure in the process.