Now it’s non truly football – as in the game – that I hate it’s more the people who are really involved in it in one manner or another.Particularly ; the fans.I like watching England drama but what wholly naffs me off is when you get shouty fans shouting at the screen when it is glaringly obvious that they have no thought what is traveling on. For illustration shouting “referee! ” for no ground at the telly when the ref isn’t even in sight and anyhow. it’s non really the ref it’s the lines man… Duuuh… ! ! !Another point – which besides bothers me – is that they have no thought of any history of the football squad whatsoever! Airplane clangs.
Busby. Hillsborough etc. They merely concentrate on the here and now. They don’t even cognize how. when or why football was invented.
They merely read the slicks. Since when has a footballer’s pick of auto borne any relevancy to the lucifer itself?Then we get the non-committal types. The people who merely back up a squad because their friends do. because their fellow or girlfriend does… They buy the squad strip. wear it down the saloon and they’re in the ‘gang’… Is that all it takes? Possibly if I come to work dressed in a suit and sit in the head’s office his secretary will wholly accept me as the new leader of the school and I’ll acquire a wage rise to boot!It’s a nice idea but in the existent universe credence doesn’t merely go on overnight.THEY DON’T EVEN WATCH MATCH OF THE DAY… ! ! !I besides can’t comprehend the whole “loose Geography” thing that football has acquired over the old ages. Is it something like “96 % of Manchester United protagonists don’t unrecorded in the UK” ? I have four brothers.
two older. two younger ; the eldest doesn’t do football in general. the younger two support City and the other supports United.
But so all of a sudden one of the City fans decided to back up Newcastle! It happened right before my really absence! One minute his room was bluish and so the following it was black and white with magpies all over it…WE LIVE IN BOLTON FOR GOD’S SAKE – AT A PUSH I SUPPOSE YOU COULD SUPPORT MANCHESTER BUT NEWCASTLE IS MILES AWAY.I wandered in to his room one twenty-four hours ( I dunno why. likely to nick something ) and I saw he had a posting with “Big Up The Geordie Army” above his bed. I glared at it suspiciously. It had a cat with no dentition.
have oning black and white face pigment and a Newcastle strip. I merely agitate my caput and said “Mate. I hate to interrupt it to you but you ain’t no Geordie. ”