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Football and T

The first football match little T watched in a stadium was in the Olympics in Old Trafford, Manchester.  She was barely two.  I think she enjoyed it.  She loved the big crowds and the contagious excitement in the crowd.  She especially liked it when a giant inflatable football was passed around in the crowd.

She didn’t cry or whinge.  But patiently sat on her dad’s lap all through out the game, just watching.  Little did I know that in the years to come, she’d choose football over gymnastics.  Yes, she did quit her gymnastics and chose to play football instead.

Fast forward to November 2017 – her second game wasn’t as exciting and no way anywhere as big as watching an Olympic match in the Old Trafford.  It was a small stadium in Exeter where Exeter City F.C. played against Grimsby.  As you can see from below, a very drizzly and cold November day.

Yes, I know.  The contrast is glaring.

The husband has been wanting T to watch Exeter play.  Why Exeter?  The shocking truth is, T is actually a Devonian Pixie, not a Cornish Pixie.  Gasp, I know.  She was born in Exeter hospital just like a number of her friends in T’s school, so it seems apt that she support the team of the city she was born in.

The husband even bought her a scarf to mark the occasion.  She loves it because she said it looks like a Harry Potter one.  Did she enjoy the game?  Yes.  Would she want to watch another game?  Yes, she said and she’s hoping to bring her best-friend F in the next game since they both play football in their school.  Looks like Exeter city F.C. has a new little fan!  Who knows, F might also want to support them?

What about you?

Do you support any football club?

British Sports

I’m not a big fan of football.  Wait, let me edit that, I’m not actually a fan of any sport at all.  I only like watching sports when it’s a big event like the Olympics, other than that, I’d really rather read or even stare at a ceiling, though sometimes I do give in when the husband asks me to watch a game with him.

The thing about being married or dating an English man is that most likely they are into sports either, football, rugby or cricket.  If you’re unlucky like me, they’ll be into all the three games mentioned.  So when it’s the FA Cup/Word Cup, Six Nations, or the Ashes, you’ll find us having lots of TV dinners, and junk food becomes the main course in our house.  Oh and must not forget the beer!

The first football match I’ve ever seen was the finals of the African Cup of Nations in Ghana 2007.  I probably wrote about that in the past already, if not here, in my old blog.

It was everything a football game should be like, especially when you’re not exactly a fan – huge venue, enormous crowd, exciting, drama (when a police man fired a taser gun at a troublemaker) and at the end of the game, a fantastic display of fireworks!  Oh and not to forget the appearance of very important people like the president and other celebrities who most likely, won’t even be familiar to you.  Aren’t all football games like that?

Yes, I know, they’re not.  They should be!

The next football game I watched was in a small(ish) stadium in the freezing cold in Luton, England.  Yes, sadly my husband supports the lowest of the low (just kidding, maybe not the lowest, but somewhere there, you get the picture).  So nope, there was no enormous crowd, although to be fair the stadium was more than half-full.  There was no drama either, though perhaps, a poet might have found the the dark-gloomy clouds hovering above the stadium dramatic.  Yes, I know I’m pushing it.  And at the end of the game, there was no ostentatious display of fireworks at all.  I don’t even remember if Luton won that game (most probably not – hahaha).  In fact, if I remember it right, the mood after the game was a bit sombre as every one filed out of the stadium.  I could be wrong of course.  And lastly, no VIP or celebrity sighting at all.

What about you?  Are you a fan of any sport?

Does your husband/wife/partner support a team?

If you answer no, lucky you!

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Football and Me

The first football match I ever went to was the finals of the African Cup 2008 in Accra, Ghana, where Egypt won over Cameroon.

The next two games were nothing much, well because, my husband supports his hometown football club – the Luton Football club which is, let’s just say, they are not in the same league as Manchester United or any of the major football club for that matter.

Luton at a friendly match in Devon 2009

And then the Olympic 2012 football game in the Old Trafford in Manchester between New Zealand and Egypt (what’s with me and Egypt?!), NZ won. Next match was Brazil V Belarus, Brazil won of course.  But Belarus gave up a good fight especially during the first half of the game.  My husband was disappointed with the Brazilian players, he expected more from them.

New Zealand V Egypt

Brazil V Belarus

The 2012 Olympic crowd.

I’m really glad we went as I enjoyed the whole thing, even my daughter seemed to have enjoyed it too – she hardly whinged and even fell asleep during the second half of the Brazil V Belarus game in spite the roars and shouts from the crowd.

I wonder what kind of football match will I watch next?  Probably another Luton Town game.  Oh well.