In reply to Pinged:
I dont' like football. It may come from being the lad in a big northern england family who was a bit tubby, and a bit of a black sheep, read books and was a bit on the 'sensitive' side (labelled from quite early on as a bit of a poofter, really). You know the type. Where I came from if a lad didn't like football, there was something 'wrong' with him,
I tried REALLY hard to like it, even managed to get on the junior school team but that was pretty much down to the fact there were very few lads that year and I was last choice. I was rubbish and an embarrassment.
I actually wish I'd had to strength of character to be individual enough to just say 'I dont want to be involved', but peer pressure and wanting to impress the male members of ones family is a lot to overcome for a nervous little kid like I was.
But I just don't get football at all. I don't understand the attraction. I dont understand the anger it generates - I see otherwise rational members of my family back home (Sunderland) develop a seething, vile hatred of people from Newcastle just because they're 'black and white scum', without realising that the football rivalry stems from a history of civil war scuffles and arguments over coal, and football has just become a surrogate for that anger when the original reason has been forgotton. Likewise if youre a Man Utd fan, it seems a law that you have to automatically hate Scousers - again this seems to stem from some long forgotten argument over docks and canals.
When I first moved to Manchester I saw some guy kicking off in the local off licence because the girl behind the counter had given him a blue lighter instead of a red one. He launched it back at her over the counter.
I understand a previous poster likening it to a religion - I do see a few amusing parallels. There's very few kids I see who support different teams to their parents, and I've seen a few friends get uncomfortably aggressive when other people joke with their kids about supporting other teams. Brother in law (liverpool fan), found out that for a laugh, someone had dressed up his baby son in a man utd shirt and posted the pics on facebook. Went f*cking mental and there was a big fall out. I don't understand that.
At the same time I envy people for have that level of passion for footy, where it's clearly a massive bond between them and their mates and family members and where you can tell it bonds generations of them together. I know I'm just focussing on the negative extremes here. But I don't think I'll ever really get it.
And it's a real conversation killer when a taxi driver or barber asks you 'what did you think of xxxxx's game last night' and you reply 'Sorry mate, I don't really follow football' - because thats a cue for 20 minutes of uncomfortable silence.