Im pleased that I only discovered that it was football on when my eldest sent me a complaining text last night that some idiot was celebrating loudly outside. I have no interest in observing competitive sports at all.
Note that I’m quite happy to be playing them but not watching them. But mostly tennis on that front
I've been, as usual, completely avoiding it. But even in my cloistered corner news reached me that England had beaten Germany, and after that it behoves me as a good English man to take some interest in the subsequent results, if not the actual matches themselves. My downstairs neighbours are Ukrainian, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of them since the outcome of the England v. Ukraine match the other day.
Unusually for the dorky class to which I naturally belong I am, or at least was when I was younger, quite athletic but I have never, and never will, see the point of watching other people play sport, especially when merely watching on the television rather than in person (with a special exception for a lazy afternoon spent watching cricket in person on
a the warm summer's day with a cold beer in my hand). The only thing more pointless as far as I'm concerned is watching on the television three grown men with the collective intelligence of a potato discussing a match in trite but excruciating detail
after you've just seen the whole thing played out in front of you. It is galling to recently learn that the highest paid BBC presenter is, albeit to all accounts a very
nice man, one of those men with the intelligence of a potato crisp.