Hell yes, that's what rivalries are for. Watching your enemies choke is peak sports joy.
100%. Seeing a hated rival blow it is the ultimate consolation prize that takes the sting right out of your own team's bad season.
On this terrain, restraint is victory; gloating betrays your position and invites a counterstroke. Win before the whistle through discipline and silence, not cheap triumph over a rival.
No. Reveling in a rival's loss darkens the craft and feeds petty pride; true sportsmanship honors skill, win or lose.
The conqueror approves; when rivals fall, ambition rises. Celebrating their elimination fans the fire of superiority and seals our resolve.
