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west ham live! 4:0
Aug. 1st, 2006 11:40 pmTonight I saw a live football match, and it was phenomenal fun. This was my second-evah live football game, and I have decided that I love seeing football live! Also, it is so much fun seeing a match in a small stadium because we were right near the players!
At half-time, I ran to the tunnel and thrust my programme for autographing at two West Ham players who turned out to be Hayden Mullins
and another unfathomable player whose signature looks like a whorl. Numbers and player names in programme did not match up so who knows who these people are?
However, I did see Bobby Zamora
; we were helpfully informed by a West Ham fan sitting in front of us (identifiable by the cacky violet/pastel blue shirt -- colours which, I need to add, remind me of nothing less than a very cheap 1950s motel curtain) that Zamora is very good.
West Ham were about a zillion times better than the crappy relegated home team (who did, however, have the more attractive kits in stylish yellow and black), and they were a joy to watch up close.
My football viewing habits are totally shaped by the mediation of television. When I went for the first time evah, I had to get used to the absence of replays, close-ups, player stats, background pundit murmurs and half-time banter. But the live game is somehow more physical, scrunchier, tauter. Often the view is not so good but when the ball arrives near one's own seat, it is very exciting.
Also, I saw what happens before games! Players jog about and 'warm up'. This consisted of West Ham players engaging in something akin to strip football poker. At least, they kept on taking their shorts off and baring their standard footballers' tight little white panties and shapely thighs. I was already getting my money's worth!! Whoa.
There was also a very, very cute player in midfield left but I have scoured the web and cannot find an image of him. He is very likely one of West Ham's under-18s; he had glossy sticky-uppy black hair and a young pouty face and taut hoppity movements. He was yum. I so wanted an autograph but the squad jogged past without stopping. Meh, stupid West Ham.
But! T'son got an autograph from Teddy Sheringham!!!
He is a Man Loved by Men! Grown men grovelled and shouted, "Teddy! Teddy!", and a woman got a peck on the cheek and shrieked in hysterics: "I want another one, my husband didn't see!" T'son was in a kind of trance! Bless. *grins stupidly*
Now if only I can divine the name of that cute young midfielder...
I LOVED IT!!!!
At half-time, I ran to the tunnel and thrust my programme for autographing at two West Ham players who turned out to be Hayden Mullins
and another unfathomable player whose signature looks like a whorl. Numbers and player names in programme did not match up so who knows who these people are?However, I did see Bobby Zamora
; we were helpfully informed by a West Ham fan sitting in front of us (identifiable by the cacky violet/pastel blue shirt -- colours which, I need to add, remind me of nothing less than a very cheap 1950s motel curtain) that Zamora is very good.West Ham were about a zillion times better than the crappy relegated home team (who did, however, have the more attractive kits in stylish yellow and black), and they were a joy to watch up close.
My football viewing habits are totally shaped by the mediation of television. When I went for the first time evah, I had to get used to the absence of replays, close-ups, player stats, background pundit murmurs and half-time banter. But the live game is somehow more physical, scrunchier, tauter. Often the view is not so good but when the ball arrives near one's own seat, it is very exciting.
Also, I saw what happens before games! Players jog about and 'warm up'. This consisted of West Ham players engaging in something akin to strip football poker. At least, they kept on taking their shorts off and baring their standard footballers' tight little white panties and shapely thighs. I was already getting my money's worth!! Whoa.
There was also a very, very cute player in midfield left but I have scoured the web and cannot find an image of him. He is very likely one of West Ham's under-18s; he had glossy sticky-uppy black hair and a young pouty face and taut hoppity movements. He was yum. I so wanted an autograph but the squad jogged past without stopping. Meh, stupid West Ham.
But! T'son got an autograph from Teddy Sheringham!!!
He is a Man Loved by Men! Grown men grovelled and shouted, "Teddy! Teddy!", and a woman got a peck on the cheek and shrieked in hysterics: "I want another one, my husband didn't see!" T'son was in a kind of trance! Bless. *grins stupidly*Now if only I can divine the name of that cute young midfielder...
I LOVED IT!!!!