I still don't understand football. Not really, anyway.
I can see that there are bursts of excitement when players use their not inconsiderable skills to do something good with a bouncy ball, but... it just goes on too long! Who needs to sit through 90 minutes? Forty should be plenty, and that way the teams could play several matches in an evening and the whole season would be over inside eight weeks. Nowadays, there's hardly a time when it isn't the football season.
On Friday night I went along to Cardiff City's stadium with Girlfriend and Girlfriend's Mother, who are both diehard Preston fans. We therefore took our seats in the away end, which was quite an experience. The away stand has a flimsy net curtain splitting it in half, with one side reserved for the away fans, and the other side reserved for a slobbering pack of extremely vociferous Cardiff supporters. As the match progressed, there was a smattering of 'banter' drifting back and forth through the net. For example if the Preston fans decided to declare that, with respect, the Cardiff City supporters' singing was a pile of w**k, then that would be countered with a detailed description of what the Cardiff fans would like to do to the Preston fans, with particular reference to hospitals and ambulances. In a friendly, fun way of course! As it happened, Preston ended up getting stuffed 4-1, which was quite entertaining as it involved two penalties in quick succession. I can't wait for my next football match now! But I will insist on being a HOME fan.
