I watched both the Arsenal and Manchester United games on TV yesterday.
I really wish I hadn’t.
No that’s wrong. I’m glad I did. Because I’ve vowed never to watch another football match again in my life.
For this was on the back of watching a wholly uninspiring Barcelona game last week.
What’s all the fuss about football for? I’m not getting this. Dull does not convey the extent of the monotony in these games, by all accounts being played at the highest of levels. It was torture.
In about four and a half hours not very much happened. Ok there was a lot of passing about and ‘build up’ so called, but 99 per cent of the time this build up came to nothing. And then, the whole desperately tedious process would start afresh. Deary me.
And these guys on the pitch are getting ludicrous amounts of dosh to flounce around and go about the production-line passing of a ball. Why do people pay so much to go and see this stuff?
For some it’s maybe the Saturday booze up with the lads and the mob rivalry, adrenaline-kick thing. But why pay for that? Just tag along on the end of a Trump rally and shout something really inane there instead.
Ok I suppose some will go for the flashes of brilliance that seemingly sometimes occur on the pitch. But these are surely very rare indeed. I didn’t see anything coming near to inspirational in four and a half hours. In fact there were only a few exceptions to the wholly monotonous course of events, and that was some pretty shoddy football.
The one time that something different did happen was when Rashford neatly got round the full back and opened up the goal, but leaving himself a very poor angle of attack. To my utter amazement though he shot at goal, when the likelihood of scoring was about a hundred to one I would say, and when Matic was coming into the middle of the penalty box unmarked. It was very poor.
So that’s me done with footy.
But it’s never really been my game to be honest. I’ve been to one match in my life and got spat at by Alex Cropley as he took a corner, in revenge for the onslaught he was receiving from a group of ardent Rangers fans.
Maybe I’ll take up watching something more interesting now.
Paint drying, springs to mind.