I used to hate football. Ball goes up the pitch, I thought, ball goes down the pitch. Sweaty men kick ball. Supporters punch in each in face. Big deal. Why do people get so excited? Then I started doing the first aid at Leyton Orient, and I realised I was seeing it all the wrong way. Forget all this stuff with the ball. The ball is a red
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This song is greatly improved if you imagine the lyrics are actually "Sealions in a yurt".
We used to play football to something similar to the rules you described in primary school. We used to have to play year 5 versus year 4 footy (I think this was 12 versus 11 year olds. Now, this was unfair so the headmaster played for the 11 year olds to "even things up" but the egotistical old bugger was a lot bigger and would never allow his team to lose. Great if you're 11 beating the bigger boys. Bit humiliating if you're 12. Hence we developed stealth rules where we "secretly won" if we tripped over or injured more than a certain number of the opposition.
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Didn't see the match on Saturday as I was wandering around the empty streets :-)
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At the moment I am being subject to the game pretty much from getting home until 1opm on a nightly basis :\
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:D LOL
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I still have NO idea why it's called "football" when they rarely use their *feet* on the *ball*. In fact, football is so wonderful here, and their players are such GODS that they get to go to the best colleges for free irregardless of how stupid they are. *Grumbles*
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Similar in fact to the popular (ie: they do it a lot) "friendly fire" I guess.
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