I was speaking with my dad the other day about the football…
“Well dad, I know I don’t go to watch the Boro every week like I used to but I still believe in them. It’s just not the same since the crowd only fills a quarter of the ground. I know I used to go every week but it’s not the same like it was when Bernie Slaven was up front. And I don’t know any of these new chants. What’s wrong with singing ‘Brucie Rioch’s red and white army’ like we did in ’86? Besides, you go every week on Saturday…. And I come to the big family occasions and we all go out to the pub afterwards. And I still watch the World Cup final on the telly…”
2 thoughts on “Vicarious Footy”
Whilst there are those who would dispute that the ‘Boro ever played proper football in the first place, I disagree – so long as there’s a concerted effort to get an inflated bladder of some shape from one end of the pitch to the other, that’s football enough for me.
Rugby Union is the One True Football. All you round ball worshippers are heathens.