Football is my game. Not the US-based game, where they throw the ball (good logic, that) but the real game, soccer. The one with the 22 primadonnas and a leather bag.
My love of the game stemmed from watching it when I was a kid. My talent at actually playing it, was not too spectacular (although I’ll admit, I have my moments) and after I accepted that I’ll never be a professional footballer, I turned my attention to being a fan. I finally settled on supporting West Ham United, when i was about 8 or 9. This was probably some way of creating a bond with my father, who was really very ill at the time. Anyway..
I’ve always followed the fortunes of my local side, Torquay United, pretty keenly without ever describing myself as a proper fan, mainly because I couldnt afford to go and actually watch them 🙂
But recently, and I’m talking in the last 18 months, 2 years, I’ve started going to watch them a lot more. Well, occasionally, because I can’t really go on saturdays. (work!)
Anyway, the point that I’m trying to make is that following Torquay recently has given me back my enthusiasm for a game that (I feel) is being spoiled by overpaid, underperforming stars who neglect their duties as performers. The third division has very little truck with such stuff, and is much the better for it.
I’m still a West Ham fan…15 years of following them doesnt diminish easily. But now I’m starting to think of myself as a Torquay fan as well. And I’m enjoying every minute of it.
Incidentally – as a sort of postscript…West Ham are currently languishing at the bottom of the premiership (eeeek!) whilst Torquay are enjoying a great start to the season (2nd!) I daresay that some people will say to me “Ooh, you’re just supporting Torquay because they’re doing well! You’re not a proper fan!”, to which I would say “Bugger you.” or something equally witty. Because to me its not how you get there, its the fact that you arrive at all, independantly. Apologies to anybody reading this that is lost. 😉