I’ve supported Man City for fifty-eight years, maybe more. I haven’t got Sky this season, but today I can watch on my son-in-law’s tablet while the girls put on a film. Volume low, subtitles on (me, not them). I’ll sit between blankets and crumbs, one eye on the score, the other on their cartoon plot. At sixty-three, I’ll take it: the girls first, City second.
Sport
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City on a Tablet, Granpa on the Sofa
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I used to love sports
I used to love sports, but now I only watch them occasionally. Today, England Women beat France in the World Cup semi-final, dragging me to the edge of my seat and back again. Yes, no, yes, no, then elation. No rituals or routines, just tension doing its work. It reminded me of the Lionesses. If only the men showed the same steel.