I was watching telly with a friend last night when this friend said; 'Oh there's footy on! Liverpool are playing!' I went cold and suggested we go out for a walk; which we did. A comment was made as we walked; 'Don't you like sport then?' This set me thinking...
The answer is simple; yes I love sport. But for me sport has to have an element of challenge in it, an element of danger and some display of courage. I love boxing, F1 and NH Racing but totally loathe football. Footballers get (over)paid for poncing around like spoiled prima donnas for a few hours a week, between times they shag grannies (a la Rooney) or get into brawls with poor people (a la Gerrard) --- both of these comments should be prefixed with 'allegedly' of course as these professional preeners have a vanity beyond belief and would love nothing more than to get you into Court, it adds spice to their otherwise boring lives and gets their photos on the pages of the vanity-press ;-) Few of these footballers have ever done a days work in their pampered lives and few of them display any courage whatsoever. They do however spend a fortune on getting their hair-styles just so and/or having their legs and chests waxed... all football teams in the UK have a 'mascot' which is usually a small-boy whom they dress up in shorts and fondle a lot ...and after the players score a goal they all hug and kiss each other with passion prior to leaping naked into a hot tub together. Almost every close-up of them on the telly shows them spitting continuously and unfortunately the kids who emulate them emulate this disgustingly filthy habit too. I have a theory that men who watch football on the telly are latent GAYS who'd prefer to watch every match, on their own, in the dark, with a box of cleenex handy... but lets not go there.
Boxers on the other hand take their lives into their hands every time they step into a ring; think of round 14 in the third Frazier V Ali fight; Ali later commented that it was 'the closest thing to death I ever experienced' and if you watch it then you know exactly what he is talking about. It takes raw courage to step into a ring with someone whom you know has the capability of killing or maiming you; a courage the nancy-boy footballers have no notion of. Boxers are supremely fit, supremely courageous and are true athletes; that's why I admire them, why I love to watch them...
F1 drivers know that when they are taking a corner at 260 miles an hour they are within a split second of death or of being crippled for life. Count the deaths. Check the likes of Lauder who survived but are terribly maimed. Weigh these courageous human-beings against any poncy, preening footballer and see how far short the latter fall. These F1 drivers are the epitome of courage; that's why I admire them, why I love to watch them...
NH Jockies. These guys are just THE toughest human-beings on the planet. Recently I seen Tony McCoy fall from his horse and hit the hard ground face-first at close to 40 miles an hour; he broke his jaw and impacted all his lower teeth into his upper jaw. What did he do? Did he roll over and whimper 'foul' like our pathetic footballers do? No; he rode twenty minutes later in the next race and fell again! More recently; Ruby Walsh took an horrific fall; broke ribs, bust his spleen, was told he may not ride again... less than two months later he rode Kauto Star to win the Gold Cup and shrugged off his injuries as 'part of the game'. Such courage. Such sheer professionalism. A whimpy football 'star' would roll over and weep if some other player ruffles his expensively permed hair.
Different classes of human-beings.
So in short; yes I love sport, I like (as stated) F1, Boxing and NH Racing and I also admire rugby players... the latter because they appear to be real sports-persons. Go to a rugby match and you don't have to segregate the fans as they admire the 'game', rugby-spectators will applaud a good try by the opposition and don't need to be herded into segregated 'pens' like soccer-fans... and there lies another reason I don't like football; the fans. They are mainly drunken animals who love to hate the opposition; no wonder the BNP and NF have such a firm base amongst the football fraternity. I don't attend football matches but when I pass grounds on match days I notice the BNP and NF newspaper sellers doing a roaring trade. I do attend rugby matches and you never see these scum there; they wouldn't survive two minutes.
So that's it; maybe I actually love every sport with the exception of football. That's because football players are spoiled nancies and football fans are mainly territorial thugs. Besides that football is more of a 'game' than a 'sport', think on the difference; games are played by children, sports by adult men and women... I guess in the end, that's the real difference...
The answer is simple; yes I love sport. But for me sport has to have an element of challenge in it, an element of danger and some display of courage. I love boxing, F1 and NH Racing but totally loathe football. Footballers get (over)paid for poncing around like spoiled prima donnas for a few hours a week, between times they shag grannies (a la Rooney) or get into brawls with poor people (a la Gerrard) --- both of these comments should be prefixed with 'allegedly' of course as these professional preeners have a vanity beyond belief and would love nothing more than to get you into Court, it adds spice to their otherwise boring lives and gets their photos on the pages of the vanity-press ;-) Few of these footballers have ever done a days work in their pampered lives and few of them display any courage whatsoever. They do however spend a fortune on getting their hair-styles just so and/or having their legs and chests waxed... all football teams in the UK have a 'mascot' which is usually a small-boy whom they dress up in shorts and fondle a lot ...and after the players score a goal they all hug and kiss each other with passion prior to leaping naked into a hot tub together. Almost every close-up of them on the telly shows them spitting continuously and unfortunately the kids who emulate them emulate this disgustingly filthy habit too. I have a theory that men who watch football on the telly are latent GAYS who'd prefer to watch every match, on their own, in the dark, with a box of cleenex handy... but lets not go there.
Boxers on the other hand take their lives into their hands every time they step into a ring; think of round 14 in the third Frazier V Ali fight; Ali later commented that it was 'the closest thing to death I ever experienced' and if you watch it then you know exactly what he is talking about. It takes raw courage to step into a ring with someone whom you know has the capability of killing or maiming you; a courage the nancy-boy footballers have no notion of. Boxers are supremely fit, supremely courageous and are true athletes; that's why I admire them, why I love to watch them...
F1 drivers know that when they are taking a corner at 260 miles an hour they are within a split second of death or of being crippled for life. Count the deaths. Check the likes of Lauder who survived but are terribly maimed. Weigh these courageous human-beings against any poncy, preening footballer and see how far short the latter fall. These F1 drivers are the epitome of courage; that's why I admire them, why I love to watch them...
NH Jockies. These guys are just THE toughest human-beings on the planet. Recently I seen Tony McCoy fall from his horse and hit the hard ground face-first at close to 40 miles an hour; he broke his jaw and impacted all his lower teeth into his upper jaw. What did he do? Did he roll over and whimper 'foul' like our pathetic footballers do? No; he rode twenty minutes later in the next race and fell again! More recently; Ruby Walsh took an horrific fall; broke ribs, bust his spleen, was told he may not ride again... less than two months later he rode Kauto Star to win the Gold Cup and shrugged off his injuries as 'part of the game'. Such courage. Such sheer professionalism. A whimpy football 'star' would roll over and weep if some other player ruffles his expensively permed hair.
Different classes of human-beings.
So in short; yes I love sport, I like (as stated) F1, Boxing and NH Racing and I also admire rugby players... the latter because they appear to be real sports-persons. Go to a rugby match and you don't have to segregate the fans as they admire the 'game', rugby-spectators will applaud a good try by the opposition and don't need to be herded into segregated 'pens' like soccer-fans... and there lies another reason I don't like football; the fans. They are mainly drunken animals who love to hate the opposition; no wonder the BNP and NF have such a firm base amongst the football fraternity. I don't attend football matches but when I pass grounds on match days I notice the BNP and NF newspaper sellers doing a roaring trade. I do attend rugby matches and you never see these scum there; they wouldn't survive two minutes.
So that's it; maybe I actually love every sport with the exception of football. That's because football players are spoiled nancies and football fans are mainly territorial thugs. Besides that football is more of a 'game' than a 'sport', think on the difference; games are played by children, sports by adult men and women... I guess in the end, that's the real difference...
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