If there’s one thing that’s guaranteed to get my eyes glazing over, it’s somebody mentioning that dreaded ‘F’ word.
Yes, football.
I’ve always, for the life of me, never been able to fathom what’s so blinkin’ fascinating about people booting a ball around a football pitch for hours (and hours) on end.
Grown men in floods of tears when their team doesn’t win. (My baffled look and the words “um, it’s only a game, no-one’s died!”) never seem to be warmly received when I’ve uttered them in the past.
Which is why I’m probably being rewarded with a sense of football karma now I have two boys who are obsessed (and I mean O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D) with football.
If they’re not talking about overhead kicks, man of the matches, dribbling skills (and probably a lot of other terminology, I couldn’t tell you as that’s probably at the point my brain tuned out) then they’re playing it.
They’ve been at their football clubs this morning, playing football solid for a few hours.
Then come straight home, had some lunch and gone straight back out into the garden to play yet more football.
It’s a wonder their legs don’t fall off.
I’m ready to confess I don’t actually go to their football club anymore on a Saturday morning.
I tried.
I tried the whole standing around and cheering them kicking a ball about. It was lovely. To start with. Do you know how long football matches last?! 90 minutes!!
That’s a long time when football is that glazy mind numbing subject thing.
Their dad loves football too. I’ll leave it up to him to stand on the sidelines. They can tell me all about it when they get home.
Me? I’ll stick to things like the Easter Bonnet Parade, and clubs such as Cubs and swimming….
I used to be interested in football in my 20s, but have no room for it in my life now. Apart from son’s football. And his rugby. I shout things on the sidelines I never would have believed could have come from my own mouth – all supportive stuff though, never criticism.
Sounds like hockey in our (Canadian, of course!) household. When hubby signed our son up and became an assistant coach, I refused to even learn how to put the boy’s equipment on because I didn’t want to get sucked into being a “hockey mom”. And the NHL strike this year was a months-long period of mourning! I’m with you…I just don’t get it…
Phew, not just me, then!
I’m pretty sure football isn’t intended to be a spectator sport. It’s only fun if you’re playing it… and even then… You’re right – stick to swimming!
U have it it lucky with the football, try Disney princesses and Barbie for a wk, come on I dare U. Yes U have t stand out in the cold, but U don’t have t pretend t b the handsome prince for your 5 yr olds amusement. Try having sed 5 year old pretend u R Cinderella and do your make up for the ball (the postman gave me a very odd look when I answered the door). Yes u get cold but u don’t get painted
Ha, now I could live with Barbie princesses more, that’s how much football puts me to sleep!
Now got a mental image of you in Cinderella make up, bet the postman was biting back giggles!