Football live for me tonight! Yes!

Tonight I am going to see this team:

lose against this team:

in this stadium:
.

Eh, and they're both wearing yellow. Well, we can't have egg yolks beating egg yolks, or we'll have a right omelette. One of the twain will have to don away colours.

I'm taking t'younger son. We leave in an hour!

no skills, no manpiles

I'm back from the match. Goodness me. The most exciting thing was seeing the players warm up, practically in our lap, they were that close. We collected loads of autographs. But once you're at Conference level... oh dear, oh dear. It is, alas, a skills-free zone. Ah, when I reminisce about that goal scored by Kaká at the Brazil:Argentina friendly wot i saw and swooned over in London...

But somehow it's fun, anyway. Because no matter how skill-less the players, the thighs are mighty and the builds are juicy, and there are always three or four cute-looking ones.

This goes to show two things:

1) Football is to me as ladies' beach volleyball is to straight gents. They may as well be pole dancing.

2) If they have no skills, the looks and thighs only get them so far. Rob Grier will only ever be a passing fancy, never be a God. Looks alone, babes, just don't cut it.

Also, the slashiness of less-than-stellar league players?? Very, very low. Because they never score goals. So they have no practice in the manpiling. Very sad.