Football crazy a meaning of many meanings, number one is either crazy over the game or secondly going crazy for every time the word football is mentioned. When you have two sons cheering on their favourite teams i.e. Liverpool and Manchester United under the same roof it is hard to ignore. Ignorance on my part on the game has left me with a feeling of emptiness.
The times I screamed at the top of my voice to turn the television off, grown men kicking a ball into a net what next toddlers playing rugby.
Not sure of the trophy at stake for the big match playing on the screen but the cheers could be heard all over for every time goals were scored. The adrenalin rush became unbearable for me at times sending shivers down the spine with all the near misses of penalty shoot outs.
It all fell into place and made sense as to why football was so popular after the lads had explained the ins and outs of the game.
Over the years there has been sadness where fans have lost their lives due to unfortunate events at football matches. Then we have the violence where an innocent victim was on the receiving end of an unprovoked attack all because they batted for the other side.
Football is a game of skill where players battle it out on the pitch scoring goals for their town or country. So I say to the football hooligan leave the dedicated fan to cheer their team on in peace and let the battle with a reason behind it continue on the pitch.
I still struggle to understand this off side ruling where one player has to be in front of the other before a pass. Without doubt this is a game of skill where physical fitness and endurance prevails but it seems that skills are also required in the mastermind department. For e g the football player takes control of the ball while under attack then on top of having to retain possession he has to seek out another player to pass the ball to in hope that he is not offside.
My rendition on this may be a little offside with my explanation of what I think this ruling means, maybe this is why I can not quite get my head round it.
Regardless of the rulings and referee decisions I will continue to support this very entertaining sport. I have regrets in my ignorant years where I missed out on the pleasurable moments as in i.e. sitting in the armchair fully adorned in woollen hat scarf and rattle. To think I used to scream to turn the television off when there was match on only to find myself screaming to turn it on.
I support no particular team, my attitude is may the best team win on the day but should Steven Gerrad bless us with his presence on the pitch then I say he can rattle my rattle any day.
My life has changed dramatically since I was first introduced to football, my sons lives have been turned upside down because I get to sit up front which entitles me to possession of the remote control when the match is in play.