I’m beginning to get it.
The whole watching a ball being kicked around by twenty-two sweaty guys in the middle of a freezing night.
Sure it’s taken me a week to recover from the cold, but I’m still buzzing from the thought that I can now appreciate a game beyond the short shorts and snazzy hairdos, because something happened last week as I stood there amongst the seventy thousand green and gold others.
I actually enjoyed it.
I enjoyed screaming obscenities, waving my arms like a mad woman and twirling my scarf at inappropriate times. I liked the chants, the flares, the booing of referees.
The fact that we won 2-1 against Japan wasn’t half-bad either!
Ms kick-it-to-me M.
