Run For The Hills!

[hantsbear]

Every four years, England gets infected with a particularly virulent disease.  Red crosses on white backgrounds appear everywhere and the media whips the populace (or at least those who give a damn) into a rabid frenzy, using metaphors usually used during World War II.

Except me.

I loathe and despise football soccer.  It has rather a lot to do with being forced to play it at school and being generally cr@p at it, enduring the wrath of the rest of the team along with the inevitable humiliation of being the person left at the end when sides were selected.  And fought over as to who didn't get me.  Major boost to the old self esteem.

If I could, I would be on a plane right now to somewhere that didn't give a damn.  Alas, I can't.  I will just look forward to the inevitable schadenfreude when Our Beloved Boys get kicked out of the competition for being, well generally, cr@p.

It's much more fun than watching Great Britain come last in the Eurovision Song Contest again.

Comments

[danthered.livejournal.com]

Echhk. I'm right with you on all of it. Anything that involves chasing a ball up and down (and up and down) a muddy field with a bunch of idiots I reciprocally hated…I just never saw the point as a kid, which was just as well 'cos nobody wanted me on their team, either, which was just as well because a half-arsed job was the absolute best I was willing to do if I couldn't duck in and hide in the library, and usually I had no interest in even doing that well. Now I'm a grownup(?), we keep the chase-ball-up-and-down-muddy-field idiocy, but we replace the team-picking trauma with streets and transit and car parks and cities full of loud, drunken morons for an entire day (month). This is not an improvement.