Soccer: The Rest of the World’s Football
I made the mistake of asking whether I was supposed to support Manchester or Chelsea.
Clearly, OBviously, I hate the money-grubbing ‘scum’ that is Chelsea.
It hurts some people’s feelings to support Manchester (except my news editor, who is from there) because they support other, arguably (or at least they did) worthier teams. But, they can put all that behind them because if there is one thing us Americans and Brits have in common, it is this: we hate those bloody (damn) Russians, pinko commies that they are. Some of us launch rocket ships to the moon to beat them; some just launch a ball into a net. Whatever. It’s the thought that counts.
When I asked what happens in a draw, my news editor and my editor-in-chief pulled out a football (soccer ball, futbol). And, using the double doors as a goal, illustrated a penalty kick and sudden death.
The fact that I am showing interest in soccer, shoot - football, for the first time since I was 12 on the day when everyone in the nation is showing interest means nothing. I am green, but my male co-workers can see I have the potential to grow strong roots and will probably be vying for my support for each of their teams. Arsenal? Manchester? Who has the better colors? Hotter players? Deal.
Because they are so excited, and also because no one cares about this particular game - they are considering sending me to cover the England-US game a week from today at Wembley… if I support the English team. We are still in negotiations.
Things I have learned:
-If I mention an interest in football and say that, yes, I too think the Superbowl is more boring than soccer… I mean, real football… I can get anything I want.
Answers I still seek:
-How will I cover sports?
Woohoo Manchester!,
Lindsey
