Football Blinkered Me

It was, for so long, for me, THE sport. Football, period.

I play others-tick the boxes: basketball, cricket, golf and tennis. But I found I could never sit and watch the first two, the third if there was nothing else to do and the fourth, like so many people, only when Wimbledon is on...

I'd like to think I'll have time and energy for other sports now-because its so refreshing to watch people enjoy what they are doing, enjoy the competition, the interaction with their opponents and the spectators, their gratitude at what they are doing and the recognition for it.

Some f**king professional footballers with their vacant stares, their excessive headphones (so they can pretend they can't hear the 'little people') and their greedy, obsessive, ego driven retinue of flunkies=w**kers. Arrogant, massive sense of self entitlement, greedy (Ashley Cole supposedly wanting ?200'000 a week, I'd love to be able to ask him to absolutely justify that=he couldn't!) and so far up their collective arses, they can see out of their mouths.

There are exceptions to this in the game-and I am sure there are exceptions to the perception that so many other sports people are not like this-one very famous golfer, for example, is reported to be arrogance and nastiness personified.

Sometimes I'd like to be able to take a tablet that makes me not like football any more, to be like some of my friends who know that NCFC exists-and thats as far as it goes, ditto the game itself. How wonderful to not live the ups and downs, the frustration, the crazy, OTT reactions to winning and losing. My wife tells everyone that my mood (and this is the rule in the game, not the exception) and attitude is governed by how we get on when we play. If I sit back and think about that: FFS, thats not on is it, a bloody game that defines my mood and attitude immediately afterwards and for, well, until the next game? Sad bastard.

And it all starts again in a few weeks. Oh for the pleasure of the Olympics every four years, celebrating wins and defeats alike and just a glow because it is happening, not because of what is happening in it.

But too far gone now and more mood swings after an exceptionally calm Summer post-Fulham and until next May. Bastard!

But can't wait-like the junkie screaming for his next fix, I love it anyway and can't wait for it all to start...

Bastard.

Posted By: Martin Peters on August 5th 2012 at 13:09:42

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