There is a first time for everything
I said something last night that I never said before.
As soon as had I uttered the famous words I realised the momentous significance of the moment. How often in life do you say something and realise that you couldn’t possibly have uttered anything like it before?
So what were these immortal words?
“Do you want to watch the football?”
For those who don’t know me, I have a “thing” about football. I find it a subject that is tedious in the extreme. How anyone can get excited about a bunch of grossly over payed prima donnas running around a field kicking a ball is beyond me. The only football match I ever remember watching was a “celebrity” match my sister brought me to because she was a fan of Tommy Steele who was one of the players. She was around fifteen at the time so I would have been about five. All I remember was that I was bored out of my skull.
So what brought about last night’s earth shattering question?
We had found a six part series on Netflix and only started watching it because it was written by that Fellowes fellow who wrote “Downton Abbey”. Herself was a fan of “Downton Abbey”. The series was called “The English Game” and was basically about the birth of football.
I confess I enjoyed it. It was not so much about football as the clash between the Old Etonians and the Great Northern Unwashed. The former ran football as a sort of gentleman’s club while the northern mill workers wanted to play too. The fact that the players were mostly amateur and the game seemed to be played with few rules meant it was somewhat more interesting than the modern version. There were some good shots of a steam railway too. I like steam railways.
So that was the unique moment that gave me pause for thought.
It won’t ever happen again.
The most exciting football I ever watched, often, as a parent, was primary school boys.
Team size – did not matter.
Result – ditto.
But enthusiasm from players and parents – all they could give.
All the TV punditry – insert the expletive of your choice.
The best reply to a media person question to a manager on how his team intended to win – “Well, we intend to score more goals, one at a time.”
I’ve only ever been to one football match. Under pressure from schoolmates in the mid-1960s, I accompanied them to an apparently important ‘Derby’ match between two local teams – I shall never get back those two wasted hours but at least it saved me ever wasting any more. If others think that’s a good way to expend their ration of time, loyalty and energy, then that’s their decision. Watching paint dry scored higher on my interest scale . . . . . still does.
I was taken to Charlton to see Stanley Matthews’ final match back in the fifties, and apart from being invited by a favourite uncle to watch Luton play Watford, that’s the last time I ever saw a live match! Life’s too short to drink Bovril instead of beer, and spend money on a new scarf every year!
Luckily, I avoid the ‘sport’ as much as possible, only remembering enjoying several pints with chums when we played in the ‘Worlcarp’ back in the old days…
I did discover, however, while watching ‘Coast’, that golf was ‘invented’ by Scandinavians, clonking pebbles along St Andrews’ beach with sticks! And that doesn’t interest me either…