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Posted: December 8th 2009
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I don’t get to watch a lot of football this time of year. It’s always a hectic season for me and having a small boy to contend with too! Frankly football rarely gets a look in.
A recent rare day off was spent in pleasant surroundings meeting up with old friends. A leisurely lunch, getting covered in Dora the explorer stickers and trying to avoid the myriad of subjects that cause various parties to kick off, you know the kind of thing.
So it was by pure accident and in no way by design that I found myself in front of the TV, with no distractions and able to enjoy a full half of a live premier league encounter.
Everton v Spurs, not one I’d necessarily choose to use up a valuable football pass but this was a freebie so I sat back to enjoy.
I joined at 0-0, I’d no particular clue as to whether this was a good result for either and I’d only the vaguest sense of where either was in the league (it’s been a long couple of months!). My guess was that Everton were struggling and Spurs were doing ok.
Straightaway Spurs scored, Jermaine Defoe. Generally Spurs scoring slightly depresses me as it means my hyperbolic brother would be in full overdrive, usually I’d switch the phone off. Mind you in a World Cup year Defoe becomes all our property so I managed some polite applause.
By the time the usually hapless Dawson had put Spurs 2 up my interest may have started to wane and I could easily have found myself watching the Eastenders omnibus or Antiques road show, but I’m glad I persevered.
Everton, without actually playing much in the way of football managed to will themselves back into the game, Saha and then Cahill scoring to pin Spurs back. I really did turn the phone off then. It’s a close call but a sibling rant is marginally worse when they’ve not won.
Clearly the five remaining minutes was time enough for another twist and predictably the makeshift Everton defence caved in and conceded an injury time penalty. Defoe vs Howard, England vs USA (see how I effortlessly slide into World Cup mode) and predictably England’s Defoe made a right arse of the spot kick.
I don’t begrudge Everton the point mind. There’s nothing that irritates your average paid football pundit more than hard work denying skill.
…and there’s nothing more satisfying than an irritated average football pundit!