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Football has always been the major topic of conversation among menfolk, alongside sex. Be assured that the group of men in front of you are talking about jana’s champions league game between FC Barcelona and Manchester united.  As a Manchester fan I am in grief for our loss. Last night and this morning my TL was full of people attempting to jump off a balcony as others cheer them on. That Spanish team practically out passed us and that diminutive midget, Messi made a fool out of us with his nutmegs. I felt that Lord Fergi would have just swallowed (or chew) his ego n gone for the proverbial defence game coz that is what has always worked for Barca. The good thing is that the trophy cabinets of arsenal and Chelsea are yawning right now (hehe). That has gone a long way reducing the brunt of the disses their idiot fans are bringing our way. We still have two trophies, haters!!!

If there is a guy who does not follow the football events week in week out should just go ahead and wear a bra. Yeah I said just that. It is not so hard to pretend to love football. It’s not that I am against the dudes who can’t stand football (ok, am against em! WTF, grow some, and love it); it’s just that it has always been the guy’s game. Following any premier league team gives you a sense of belonging. That moment when you know you are part of the millions shouting hoarse for a goal scored is worth savour. You attain a sense of pride when your team thrashes some other team. There is this rush of adrenalin that you experience when your team is stepping out of the tunnel to the field, at the last minute corner kick when the even the goal keeper comes forth to look for a goal, the last ten minutes when you kaza your haga like nobody’s business.

The beauty of the premier league is that when you lose, your rival fans will overwhelm you with all forms of insults. They will coin up the worst jokes ever. All this is done just to ensure that your loss sinks to the deepest of your veins. It will be the moment when you will wake up in the middle of the night to wonder how the hell you favourite striker missed the penalty. That week you are free to sulk and talk less. Football website will be a no-go zone because your team will be crucified by the pundits. You will repeatedly curse the unfair referee’s name throughout the week. The next time your rival fans lose a game, it will be your turn to ridicule them. All the above will happened in reversed roles. This is the beauty of being a football fan.

This football has broken relationships. I know of guys who openly profess that their soccer teams are their first wives who are assured of no divorce. Dear girlfriend/wife, you’ve got to understand this. You cannot separate your guy from football. Just learn to accommodate that woman. That is the only woman whom the man is assured that he is not in the risk of contracting AIDS or some other STI, but you can give it to him. That is how special that woman is. Just do not fix plans for a Saturday evening because they are bound to hit a brick wall.

So we will be faced with two months without a premier league match. That is so depressing. It will be the opportunity to support the local PL. Though not so exciting, we will just do it for the patriotism’s sake. Go sofapaka.

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