It is just a game. Nothing more.
The Guardian view on supporting England: much more than a game
Oh, get over yourselves already. FFS!
The Guardian, like the rest of the media, is assuming that the rest of us are as obsessed as they are. It is not more than a game. A game is all it is. Nothing more. Get a sense of proportion please.
Clearly I’m not alone.
In rugby a player gets his head torn off. He picks it up, screws it on, shakes himself down and off he goes; In motor cycle racing a rider crashes at 200kph. He picks himself & his bike up and tries to restart it. In footie, some prima donna gets a glance to his chin, then after a triple back somersault and forward roll holds his head in agony. Pathetic.
Indeed…
It’s coming home 🙂
And what is that piece of idiocy even supposed to mean?
It’s no longer a game. It’s a soap opera based on tribal rivalries with eye-candy WAGs to distract men and give women something to watch and bitch about.
Guardian commenter is spot on with rugby & biker comparison..
As for our lamentable PM:
Clicky Link: Theresa May could not bear to watch the end of the England vs Colombia game because she found it too stressful. What hope is there when the woman who is supposed to be fighting our corner over Brexit hides behind the sofa during a penalty shootout?
Good grief. Pathetic. I didn’t watch it either, but that’s because I’m not interested and don’t care about the outcome.
Pathetic – yes. Even worse that she believed a No.10 press release revealing her weakness was a postive, empowering message
:/facepalm
Spitting Image : Reagan wallnut
Maybot : The Numbskulls – SPAD count: Blair 8, Cameron 9, Maybot 35ish
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Balls & Feet
Peter Hitchens in MoS 8 July:
Summary: I don’t like football or hot weather, msm should not assume everyone does.
+1 I’m same
Weather: 11-19C is my preference.
However, I do like British patriotism:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhJ4ccs2kFg
It’s a multi gazillion worldwide industry. The game is incidental.
Well yes. So far up itself…
Well I haven’t see a football match since 1969 (when my Dad took my brother and I to see Manchester United beat Ipswich since I suppose someone may ask) and I’ve managed up to now. Now the Royal Navy Field Gun Competition where fingers came off in training but you were expected to complete the course and then go back and get it, That was a tough sport until his toniness of st blair got rid of it as “not being appropriate in the new millennium” (Git). Fans were at it all night raising hell and an almighty racket, get over yourselves if they won I would be impressed of course but my life will be unchanged regardless of the result.
If England win you will have to listen to them banging on about it ’till 2070.
Indeed. An ongoing bore fest.
Almost likewise: in 1956 my father took a 6yr-old me to see the Wolves, and all I really recall is being utterly bored – apart from the hot dog (my first ever) to which I was treated. Never been in the slightest bit interested in football since then.
That would be about the same time as me. My reaction to that first games lesson was meh. It would still be meh if successive games teachers hadn’t tried to indoctrinate me by forcing me out onto a football pitch twice a week for ten years in freezing weather. Their lack of imagination and general stupidity simply honed meh into a visceral loathing. When I left school in July 1976 I swore I’d never go near a football again. It’s been a fairly easy promise to keep. And, no, it did not teach me teamwork which is the usual pathetic excuse offered in support of forcing children to do it. Football taught me nothing other than to hate games lessons.