I am incandescent at how much sport one man can watch in one day. Yesterday the Old Man sat down at 12 noon for S. Korea v Greece in the World Cup followed quickly by England v. Australia playing rugby from Perth. He then flitted between S. Africa v. France playing rugby in Cape Town (as if there isn’t enough sport being played in S. Africa!) and Argentina v. Nigeria in the World Cup and then The Formula 1 qualifying laps from Canada; but at least there was no ball involved in this last sport so there was some variety. Finally he settled down deeper into the sofa, declaring he was very excited (you would have thought he was playing) to the warm-up discussions for the main event of the day England v. Australia…….and you know what happened there! So it’s not as if, after allowing him this totally indulgent day, he was happy, when we eventually retired to bed, having listened to Adrian, Kevin and team dissect every play of the Big Match, and then onto some humour (about footie) from James Corden, if there was anything to laugh at after THAT result. We did have a few sharp words when I asked if he could help unload the dishwasher, as I had been endlessly feeding both him and Eldest Son all day, and I may have muttered, under my breath, “if you can manage to walk all the way from the sofa” – probably not very tactful as this was at half-time of the England football match and it was 1 – 1 and we had missed the first goal by Stevie G because ITV HD had managed to lose the feed, at the vital moment, but we had caught the second goal let in by our goalie………why didn’t ITV get it the other way round as Husband and son spent half time declaring what they would have done if they were the manager and that’s the problem all men are frustrated players or managers and definitely know better than anyone who was actually there.
And that was only Saturday!