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SITUATIONS YOU RECOGNIZE WITH A FOOTBALL GUY
Bye bye chill Sunday
If you ask me what Sunday is for, I say: relaxing. Brewing sweet treats in the kitchen. Cleaning up the mess from the week. Watching series. Really, you have to organize a really spectacular party to lure me out of my house on a Sunday.
If you were to ask my boyfriend what Sunday means to him, I think you'd first hear ‘not working’. But then, here it comes: football. Sunday is football day. I get slightly aggressive about football Sunday. Especially since there’s also football play Saturday. So why does Sunday have to be football watching day too? Cup final this, semi-final that, then again a ‘wonderful’ match between Manchester and AC Milan that must be seen. Yep, there goes your Sunday.
Do you also have a football boy? God, thank goodness. Then you probably recognize the situations below.
At half past twelve, the misery begins....
Around that time, the hassle of the first match starts. Around half past two, Ajax usually plays, and oh, sometimes around five o'clock we get a closing dessert from a club that doesn't matter at all. Football is football, right? Even the small clubs count.
Getting contact is no longer possible…
Once the kickoff has happened, it seems like there are kilos of cotton stuffed in your boyfriend's ears. Getting contact? Forget it. Strangely enough, they only hear sentences that contain the word ‘beer’, very strange.
”Really, you have to organize a really spectacular party to lure me out of my house on a Sunday”
You suddenly start seeking attention like a toddler…
…because you know you won't get it for the next few hours. Sounds childish, right? But it works.
Then you try to watch along…
Just when you’re getting into it, you shout something at the TV, and you get a strange look from your boyfriend. No, no, don’t think that you suddenly know something about it okay. That’s just weird, behave yourself, kid.
And then this sneaky thought goes through your head…
If you already feel like a kind of football wife, then you'd rather be a rich football wife. With her own convertible and clothing line. Why can't your husband play football well enough?!
Finally: the terror of the highlights…
Football Sunday usually ends with something I find the most ridiculous. The highlights. Listen, you haven't seen the matches and that's why you watch that summary at the end of the day. Or you skip those highlights because you've seen the match. Not. Both. Okay?
Ps: further I am quite a nice person and totally not frustrated, okay.
