In this weeks ‘Offside View’ COS columnist EAVESY DOES IT welcomes the return of competitive football!
Reality tells me it wasn’t that long since I last encountered you. Though my mindset tells a different story, it seems to have been a lifetime since you last graced my being with the excitement only you can bring.
Friends have told me to look for enjoyment elsewhere. I have tried, believe me I have tried.
First there was the sunshine, it provided the light and warmth that had been so cruelly snatched from my life. However it’s just not as reliable as you, I knew you’d be there at a certain time each Saturday, Sunday and on a good week, even Wednesday and Thursday. Though Thursday was always a bit lame if we’re honest. Sunshine just can’t do this for me, when I feel it should be there it’s not, it doesn’t keep to its allotted season you way you always do.
Then I tried cricket and cricket tried me. In fact it was very trying. I must thank it for the odd release though, the way it helped me bypass empty weekends without you by sleeping was a welcome help.
Tennis was just a reminder of the joys I am hanging on for. An amazingly talented Spaniard taking everything before him and being perhaps the best of a generation. Everything seems to remind me of you. Even the women’s game where a little fancied Italian winning against the odds just reminded me of that wonderful summer we had four years ago. It even made me look at the photographs I still cherish of our trip to Germany.
The situation got so bad I ended up watching something called Soccer Aid, this must show you how deep my despair runs.
I know you’ll be back come Friday and this is the only thing keeping me going. Wherever I look there are reminders of you. In the papers it is all they talk of, so I stopped reading them and turned on the TV. On all channels, reminders of you are there. The programmes, the adverts, it’s simply torture. I even tried to escape by going to the supermarket and your presence there was stronger than ever, even when I entered the alcohol aisle for my fuel to help the cold turkey, you were everywhere. Being used as a trick to sell things I just wouldn’t normally buy, but of course I did as you made me.
I apologise for the occasions in the past when I may have muttered that I’d had enough, when I may have said I couldn’t take anymore, I know I even suggested we needed a break.
I was wrong. I will try and get through this hell until we meet again on Friday.
A Football Fan.