Grear result and great goal cele-bra-tion
Grear result and great goal cele-bra-tion
We just needed it to rain to turn it into a wet T-Shirt contest.
Other than that, all went as well it could have.
Sweet Caroline, Bah, Bah, Bah!
Congratulations to those plucky lesbians
What time is the foxy boxing?
NOTE: The location of this post has been moved and the thread title (which was previously Wenger is Leaving) has been manipulated by a notorious pro-Wenger moderator. What was previously a message that contained no profanity and made a comment on a real life event has now been manipulated by a deliberately provocative title. An old and crude propaganda and censorship technique.
No but when I say I have zero interest in the womens game it’s more than just crude chauvinism (Although crude chauvinism is hilarious)
I have the physical coordination of a drunk and the athleticism of Jo Brand so all these girls would play me off the park without breaking a sweat. But just like I have no interest in limited overs cricket, I have no interest in a game which is less skillful, slower, and less aggressive than the mens game.
It’s not a bad thing that the womens game has grown exponentially even from where it was ten years ago. And there is a genuine burgeoning fan base even at club level, but I don’t see myself ever getting beyond polite disinterest.
And I hope that society permits me my sexism
Although a country where the emerging zeitgeist is that those with schlongs can call themselves women, it doesn’t appear that misogyny is something the woke brigade cares too much about.
Oh and...
England men's team
Watched the womens Euro Final with the girlfriend who was suddenly all over it having previously been as disinterested in football as its possible to be. For me it was a lot more entertaining than many of the attritional mens games I watch. Going back to Letters' point - most games (whether womens' or mens) can be exciting when you are invested in the result. Well done Lionesses!
Putting the laughter back into manslaughter
Nice to be able to support the national team for once without all the tribal bullshit of club football getting in the way and hoping the captain catches a flare in his stupid open mouth.