Blackberry
Referees in England
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"...they grant us our wishes"
I've now got BT sport. Great, I said, lets get all my chores / training done then settle down for a cornucopia (and I spelt that right first time) of Man u vs Aston Villa followed by Saints vs Leicester.
Agghh! After 50 minutes of the football I brought my bike inside and started changing the pedals, and I watched about 15 minutes of the rugby, realised that while it was good, it bears so little resemblance to what happens in the weeds. I was bored. I've left it on in the background...
I am now sweeping up the house and clearing the dog poo off the lawn. I have got my bike back from the menders after a massive crash last week where, like the returning bomber crews who were shot down as they were about to reach the safety of their runway, I ran full pelt into a hard dried mud trench my wife's mondeo had dug into the edge of our lawn. A over T, face plant ,and hugely bent handlebars. Insult was added to the injury by the kids from my local primary school who witnessed it. "That was really cooool sir"
I stood up looking casual and in control, nonchalantly bleeding over myself as I dragged the bike inside.
But I digress.... why is the promise of live sport so much better that actually getting it?
I've now got BT sport. Great, I said, lets get all my chores / training done then settle down for a cornucopia (and I spelt that right first time) of Man u vs Aston Villa followed by Saints vs Leicester.
Agghh! After 50 minutes of the football I brought my bike inside and started changing the pedals, and I watched about 15 minutes of the rugby, realised that while it was good, it bears so little resemblance to what happens in the weeds. I was bored. I've left it on in the background...
I am now sweeping up the house and clearing the dog poo off the lawn. I have got my bike back from the menders after a massive crash last week where, like the returning bomber crews who were shot down as they were about to reach the safety of their runway, I ran full pelt into a hard dried mud trench my wife's mondeo had dug into the edge of our lawn. A over T, face plant ,and hugely bent handlebars. Insult was added to the injury by the kids from my local primary school who witnessed it. "That was really cooool sir"
I stood up looking casual and in control, nonchalantly bleeding over myself as I dragged the bike inside.
But I digress.... why is the promise of live sport so much better that actually getting it?
