Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Tuesday, 19 June 2018
Football and me
It is the World Cup. The problem is: football/soccer bores me to tears. I tried to like it, tried to follow a game here and there, every time I just got bored. Like, really bored. The hysteria people have here for the sport (and it won't get any better: England won yesterday) just baffles me. I say this and now I must be careful about what I say about football on social medias: my godson is a big fan and a talented football player in his own right. I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings, if he'd learned that his godfather ("the best in the whole world") is really not into it. Like I said to my wife last night: "Football is just not interesting if my godson does not play." Which I think deserves to be a great unknown line. I did saw him play, back in 2016. He was really disappointed: he'd lost that game, while he had won the previous one and had made two goals. I hope to see him play again one day, and see him win this time. But until then, I cannot wait for the World Cup to be over.