Since crossing the North Sea there has been something that seems to be omnipresent that was never a part of my life before. That thing is football. It’s on the television in the living room, it’s in the shin pads that seem to be lying around my room all the time and in the absense of the owner of those shin pads on Friday nights and Sunday afternoons. I’ve never been into football much (or any other sport really). I watch the occasional grand slam tennis match and some gymnastics if I am reall really bored, but the only time I ever watch a football game is in a bar when it’s the Euro Cup or the World Cup (I think the atmosphere and tension is fun). Or when I was living in Italy and the Euro Cup was on I watched it everywhere since there simply was no way of getting around it (they even had the games on televisions in the window displays of Sephora).
The fact that I’m not at all interested in football and therefore know very little about it has never really been a problem for me in the past. Almost no one in my environment in Belgium is really into football (or they’re very good at hiding it), so I never found myself in a situation where I was the only one who couldn’t contribute to the in dept football analysis conversation. Now however that happens to me quite regularly. The fact that I’m in a predominantly male environment both at work and at home definitely doesn’t help. So what d’you reckon? Is this a case of ‘if you can’t beat them join them’? Should I just pick a team, watch all their games and try to form clever opinions on them? So far I haven’t fallen in love with any team in particular but I have watched a game of Belgium’s national team (my boyfriend has brought it to my attention that they are doing quite well at the moment) when was all by myself. That’s progress right?