My husband and I are fairweather football fans. He, a Spaniard from Seville, supposedly supports Real Betis but when I ask him why, he shrugs and says “erm, because my friends do.” I don’t think he knows how they’ve performed in La Liga this season or even who their star players are.
I don’t care much for Premier League football anymore either. I used to — I’d go to matches, tune in for Match of the Day, watch games at the pub, but I became disillusioned with the blokiness of it all. How angry people became after their team lost. The beautiful game was actually rather ugly. Yet we’ve both been transfixed by the Women’s World Cup.
