Football

9 June 2010

I’ve never seen what my road looks like when England have qualified for a major football tournament. Two years ago, the team fluffed qualification for the European Championships, and during the last World Cup I was living somewhere else.

The flag-to-car-corner ratio is high. Even the flag-to-balcony ratio is rising from its general democratic baseline, zero.

I don’t even know who all the teams in the World Cup are. I could never have said that before. When I dug my sweepstake entry from the Quality Street tin belonging to the nice lady at work, my first response to the also-rans I pulled out was: ‘Is that country in it?’

Football was more exciting when I was younger than the players. In the early nineties, thanks to top-trump cards, I knew a fair proportion of the birth years of the top-trump-worthy footballers in the English Premier League. Their adulthood was anchored reassuringly in the sixties and seventies, where grown-ups came from.

In fact, sometimes they weren’t very grown up. Today’s captain of Manchester United was part of a squad brought up from the youth team in 1994 or thereabouts who infamously caused a defender-turned-pundit on the BBC to say, ‘You’ll never win anything with kids.’ A decade and a half later, he looks – well, he looks like a tweeker, actually. I’m really sorry.

I learned an extra layer of European geography from UEFA Cup ties: Vigo, Cagliari, Olomouc. The league globalised and – in that sweet spot where stars were the same age as me – bought in exciting, androgynous boys. Now those pretty fine-boned youths have grown broad shoulders and full beards. Elizabethan theatre-goers – Athenians, even – must have had the same complaint.

People who were teen idols when I went to school are now retiring. And the crease between my eyebrow and my nose, these days, could almost hold a thin pencil tight on its own.

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6 Responses to “Football”

  1. Old Kitty Says:

    Blimey! I feel old! LOL!

    I’ve never had much luck with office sweepstakes. but would you adam and eve it but this year’s favourite at the bookies is SPAIN?!?!! Not that I gamble – someone at work who gambles was trying to explain to me phrases such as “2-1 favourites” mean. I’m still none the wiser!

    And today I’ve learned a new word. Tweeker.

    Thank you!
    take care
    x

  2. KarenG Says:

    The good thing about growing older is knowing that everyone else is too.

  3. AlexJ Says:

    I look at some of the sports figures I grew up with and think damn, they’ve been retired for how long now?

    Soccer isn’t a big sport here. And right now, we have both the NBA (basketball) and NHL (hockey) chanpionships in progress.

  4. Talli Roland Says:

    Ah, football. BAH! Bah to football, I say.

    I’m just not interested.


  5. When this lot retire, they’re going to do it all at once. (It’s the David Beckham generation.) *That* is going to be a depressing year…


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