My daughters used to complain occasionally about being driven up and down the motorways of England to stand among beer sozzled middle aged (but always stylish) men who would scream vulgarities at younger men running round a pitch for 90 minutes. Now they appreciate the grounding that it has given them and the licence that they have to put down any boy who professes a love of football with the simple word:
^ this
My daughters used to complain occasionally about being driven up and down the motorways of England to stand among beer sozzled middle aged (but always stylish) men who would scream vulgarities at younger men running round a pitch for 90 minutes. Now they appreciate the grounding that it has given them and the licence that they have to put down any boy who professes a love of football with the simple word:
"plastic"