The roar of the crowd. The building tension as the goal is about to happen…the screaming and the chanting as the end of the match, the end of a season, is about to be decided. The whole world on tenter-hooks…

Me? I couldn’t give a monkeys. And I am not on tenter-hooks, I can tell you that much, my friend. I just don’t get what all the fuss is about with this football thing. I wish I did, but I don’t, and there’s not much I can do about that now, is there?

Well, perhaps I am wrong. The other day, while my dork of a friend fixed my Antivirus , we got talking about whether or not I could LEARN to love football. I disagreed, but took up the challenge of watching an entire football match anyway. That may not sound like a big deal to you, but trust me, for myself it is a serious undertaking indeed. It’s a huuuuuuge deal!

So how did it go? Actually, thanks for asking, and it didn’t go too bad! There was one moment when I’m sure – at least, I think I’m sure – that I started to feel something like passion for the ’beautiful game’. Alright, I wasn’t getting hot and bothered and pumping with testosterone, but it was a start. A good start. I’d say I am open to the idea of football now where I wasn’t before, so in many ways it was some kind of a success.

We’ll see how I go from here, then…

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