I’ve finished up my 12-day trek through the golf courses of southwest England and North Wales. I’m knackered, sure, but I’ve picked the right night to be in Manchester before flying home tomorrow.
It’s the night of the heavily anticipated Man. U v. Chelsea Champions League Final from Moscow. I watched it tonight from a hotel bar which is filled with Man. U fans.
I had originally planned on perhaps heading to the city centre to watch the match. I was in Prague during the World Cup, and watching matches from Wenceslas Square was great fun. I still remember the pandemonium that broke out when the Zidane head-butt took place, and Italians exclaiming “Belissimo!!!” after the winning kick.
But there were no public broadcasts in Manchester because the government wouldn’t put up any screens for the final after rioting broke out before the last game when one of the screens malfunctioned. There were hundreds of arrests, countless damage to the city and a stabbing. And Man. U won that game…
I always thought one of the most idiotic sayings is that soccer fans riot and fight because they are so “passionate". Rubbish! The reason soccer fans are so insane is because the match itself is always so much of a yawner, the only way to make things interesting is to get wholly pissed and incite your own drama. It’s like drinking five martinis during a really boring date just to make the time go by faster. Football doesn’t have enough scoring and there are more dives and complaining to refs than if an NBA game had ten Manu Ginobli’s on the court.
The lack of soccer in the States always comes up in conversation when I’m overseas. One person I discussed it with during this trip was amazed to hear that for most Americans, soccer is the first sport they play. They thought no one played it to begin with, but at my school, it was practically mandatory to play on a rec team. The first time I took to the pitch was in first grade and the only exciting moment for me was the halftime oranges. I could never handle going so long without kicking the ball. There are too many players out there and there was always the kid who was bigger than all of the others who would ball hog and run through the entire team (to which I admit I’m still bitter about after being the runt for the better part of my childhood). I suppose that explains how I ended up as a goalie in hockey who always saw plenty of rubber and a golfer, where there is nowhere to hide.
Speaking of which, the Red Wings face off vs. the Penguins in the Stanley Cup finals this week, and I can guarantee more excitement in those games than another low-scoring snoozer like the Champions League Final. It’s already being dubbed as a “classic” by the broadcasters just because it went to kicks, which would be like calling a bill passed in the senate a great one because there was an excessive amount of filibustering. And kicks has to be the worst way to end a game possible. The ball is so close, you may as well blindfold the keeper. All luck, no skill determined the winner tonight. That’s not right.
On a side note, whenever I talk about “soccer” in the U.K., someone always corrects me, “Football, you mean?” Then how come there is a pre-game show on Sky Sports called “Soccer A.M."?
Whatever it’s called, I’m not interested.
WorldGolf.com's Brandon Tucker offers his unique perspective on golf and travel destinations from Scotland and Ireland to Myrtle Beach. He also chimes in on news events on the PGA and LPGA Tours, Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson and other happenings around the world of golf.
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