This photo demonstrates a careless driver checking out a cow. In Australia. If the photo was taken in India, it would have demonstrated a humble pilgrim paying his respects to the mother of the universe.
Location matters, especially if you are God or a deity. There are clear geographical boundaries on how much you get to be worshipped and by whom.
It’s the same with soccer. In most cases, your geographic location dictates your chosen team. And you can’t support two teams. You need to choose.
The only thing that is consistent, regardless of your location, is the soccer ball. Which looks like a cow.
Like a cow, a soccer ball carries within it the whole universe; every kick is a comet until it disappears into the goal posts' black hole, only to magically reappear midfield, positioned again for our fickle fascination of an everlasting God.