Football and me — 6 Comments

  1. I used to watch a lot of baseball and football (the kind with the pointed ends). I quit watching when teams of both sports threatened to strike for more money. They already pulled down more in a year than I would see in a lifetime. I haven’t watched either one since.

    • Ah, football and football. Or should I say soccer and American football which are different animals [I could never understand either!]? I agree about the money. No player of a game should be paid in the millions. It’s obscene.

  2. Priorities Eh?
    What did you do grandad? (generic grandad that is) “Well, I fought for Queen and Country, I was fired upon by the enemy, and I prevailed to keep you in a life where you didn’t have to fear the enemy.”
    Or; What did you do grandad? ” I kicked a ball around a muddy field for no reason that is discernable to an intelligent being and was given a huge amount of largess for the privilege. But I will cheerfully let the enemy in through the front door”
    One of these is a hero…

    • I remember once walking down the main street in Dalkey [just south of Dublin]/ There was some World Cup match on and Ireland were playing. Every shop was shut and there wasn’t a single person to be seen It was a Marie Celeste moment – not a single sign of life.. However passing any pub you’d be assailed with a blast of hot air and a roar of the crowd. It was surreal.

  3. I think that the reason that you picked Arsenal is all down to the first four letters of that team’s name.
    From an Irish mouth that “r” rolls off the tongue as if that single letter had extra syllables. Much more satisfying than the colonial “ass” or as they pronounce it, “ess”.
    How liberating it would be to shout that out at moments of stress.
    Sometimes followed by ” an’ all “

    • That could be the answer. Though I have vague recollections of Eric Morecambe making some joke about them in the Morecambe and Wise Show which stuck in my head.

      Hah! I just found this online -‘ “Arsenal!” (said by Eric), dating from a sketch in which Eric is an incompetent ‘Mr Memory’ unable to remember anything without unsubtle prompting from Ernie. It developed into a running gag, so that whenever Ernie coughed, Eric would shout ‘Arsenal!”


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