I’ve never been keen on football, but when I consider the fact that more than a billion people watched the last two World Cup finals, I have to acnowledge that it’s probably me that’s missing out.
Football brings people together like nothing else. I wonder how many times I could have avoided being ripped off by plumbers and mechanics if I’d had the knowledge required to initiate a couple of minutes of friendly banter about a matter of some debate amongst football fans.
I never watched football because
a) My Dad didn’t. People tend to inherit their fan-dom along with their eye colour.
b) Supporting the wrong team at my school could be dangerous. The best you could hope for when walking past some Villa fans wearing a Birmingham City scarf would be some prolonged knuckle-heading accompanied by some wild speculation about your physical relationship with your mother.
Still, like my friend who can force himself to like bands that have no instant appeal, I watched the Arsenal v Chelsea match yesterday determined to understand what all the fuss is about. Success! One nil, to the Arsenal. Holla Holla Holla.