You see, I don't think you've got that right. You equate hatred to envy, a bit like a guy driving down the motorway faster than you in the outside lane, sticking his finger up as he zips past you.
In this case, it is more like you're flying down the outside, but with a traffic jam ahead, making you have this awkward moment where you stick your finger up and then end up driving parallel to the rest of the traffic looking like a bit of a ****. Plus, you have a passenger in the car who is paranoid that everyone else wants to ram him off the road and rants all the time.
The point I'm making is that this only seems tolerable whilst you're flying down the outside, results pouring in, trophies filling up the cabinet.. but it doesn't seem remotely fun to be part of, either as a fan (is it actually fun to be hated by a lot of other fans, really?), or as a player asked to play limited football despite the vast skillset, as Hazard's comments seem to demonstrate from last night.
In this case, it is more like you're flying down the outside, but with a traffic jam ahead, making you have this awkward moment where you stick your finger up and then end up driving parallel to the rest of the traffic looking like a bit of a ****. Plus, you have a passenger in the car who is paranoid that everyone else wants to ram him off the road and rants all the time.
The point I'm making is that this only seems tolerable whilst you're flying down the outside, results pouring in, trophies filling up the cabinet.. but it doesn't seem remotely fun to be part of, either as a fan (is it actually fun to be hated by a lot of other fans, really?), or as a player asked to play limited football despite the vast skillset, as Hazard's comments seem to demonstrate from last night.