Football
I watched a football match in a pub.
A soccer football match.
And I loved it.
I ate a steak, drank some beer and watched Liverpool V Chelsea.
It was a Champion’s League match, and people seemed excited about it.
But everytime I am at a pub someone seems excited at a soccer match.
This one seemed actually exciting to me.
Its not that i hate soccer, i think its a top sport, its just the bullshit that goes with it.
But sitting there in a pub, watching a game where the momentum keeps shifting, with two pretty good sides playing was awesome.
I got very emotionally involved.
Not in either team, but I just wanted it to be close, which mean I was barracking (supporting) both teams at various time.
Which is wrong, but right.
I may even watch another.
True.
And Aussie Guus coaches Chelsea.
So i knew stuff about him.
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They’re pretty much ALWAYS shitter than that match. It was a good ‘un.
I used to love football, but the bullshit ruined it for me. The sensationalist and unavoidable media hubbub is one thing. Then there’s the eternally depressing situation where any good player will be snapped up by one of the few big clubs, meaning all clubs pretty much know their station in the grand scheme of things.
Internationals are fun. Mostly cause England tend to get battered and it makes the media and players look like the dickwads they are.
Internationals are great, I remember one I went to at Upton Park where the Soceroo’s took on a full strength English side and beat them 2-0. Then at half time you subbed on your youth team against our tired blokes and they drew 1-1 in the second half.
Very fun.