Opening

This is a confession. Not about tactical systems, not about the transfer budget and not about why our striker permanently forgets where the goal is. This is a text about us. About people who voluntarily gave ten months of their lives and a heap of nerve cells to this country's main soap opera, the Russian Premier League.

Thirty rounds are behind us. The tables are fixed, the results are in. Time to admit honestly what kind of monster regularly watching our football turns a person into.