Usually, the bigger, the more fun.
Do not start to have a badly shot in the first words of this chronicle, and rather think of a bank account or a portion of fries. Or a dinosaur, well. Spielberg would never have done Jurassic Park With a slew of Complete, small creatures of just a few pounds and long less than a meter, including tail. Do not start with your bad mind, huh. And thank you Wikipedia on the passage for lengthening the already impressive list of my unnecessary knowledge, except in the event of a possibility of winning a camembert during a game of Trivial Pursuit.
In short, usually, when it’s bigger, it’s more impressive, more pleasant, or more fascinating. Except for football.
The proof, table football, is one of the most beautiful inventions in the world. Just above the Airfryer who makes you oil-free nuggets, and just below the small utensil that removes the shell piece with you to eat your boiled egg.
Yeah, I have the slab, we are mid-November, the next storm that passes over France, I am almost sure that it will be called Mont d’Or or Figolu. And there you go, I’m gurgling.
In short, table football is wonderful, and yet football, which is never just a 500 times bigger version where you play directly on the table, Eh bah it’s all naze. And even sometimes, it’s not far from being Nazi. Yeah, I always make Godwin points when my body is in deficiency of trans fatty acids.
In short, football is zero. Finally let’s say that it is especially very boring. At least, in rugby, the ball is not round and it makes a suspense with each kick. Well, at the moment, it is alas rather the players who are very round, like even shovel tails, and who manage their third half quite badly, whatever the hemisphere. (Yes, me, my favorite sport is the practice of indoor euphemism.)
That being said, rugby supporters are, especially people who represent a threat essentially for mixed boards or pints in Happy Hour. While in football, one in two games, even in Ligue 1, in Ligue 2 or in the Ligue thirty-Treize, you feel like it was FC Montaigu which receives Racing Capulet, and that it is better to complete the country and bow the army if you want to hold two half.
Do you imagine if all fans of basketball, swimming or even ping-pong were of the same kind as those of football? Do you imagine the face of a 100m butterfly finish with the soundtrack the chlorinated water splashes mixed with the homophobic glading of the public? Or a Lebrun brothers ‘brothers’ match ball with bottles of bottles to the net with each racket stroke?
No, strangely, in other sports, everyone holds their nerves. But in football, we invented two absurd things: the rule of offside and hooliganism. And this second concept is the easiest to export everywhere on the planet. Aaaah, if all the hooligans in the world were holding their hands … Well, that would be simpler for cum on a catapult and send them to orbit.
In short, football is zero. And sometimes football is draw, and it never bears its name so well. Zero more zero it makes the head to the rebate. Yes, I know, it’s free. But what do you want, I have always been more Saint-nectaire than a sectarian dwarf.
Here, I return to.
Come on, strongly on Monday.
