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It's better this way. Unless you're the kind of sociopath who changes the game settings, you're in for a game that lasts about 20 minutes. Being stuck in a heartfelt conversation longer than that could make anyone want to fork out an eyeball, and the half-time break adds yet more much-needed rest. That halftime break is the "Fuck this, I'm going to have a fag outside" when things get a bit too heated, and thank god for that.Over a beer and a testy game of Chelsea vs. Barcelona you finally speak on a level, air grievances, and share what you really think. Among all the emotional outpouring, points are clear; while you bang in three with Neymar, you sort all of that awkward personal shit out on autopilot. It's beautiful. You talk about how you became mates in the first place and why. How it ran aground and what needs to be done to set things right again. You fix it. It's the kind of thing that you'd usually attempt in a drunken embrace, slurring, "I fuckin' love you, mate" in their ear at last orders, but this is much better: a cheaper cognitive lubricant that harbors little risk of an ill-advised kebab on the way home."One more game?" is all you need to hear to make things right.Follow Sam Diss on Twitter.New on VICE Sports: The Premier League Preview: The Contenders