Gawd. It's A Saturday Again!

Saturdays in summer. What a waste of a day. Nothing to do and to make it worse it's raining cats and dogs. This should not be allowed; having Saturdays in summer. Surely they could remove Saturdays from the calendar from the middle of May until the middle of July. That way the middle of July would come round a lot quicker. Why should I wish for that to happen? Simple.

THE FOOTBALL SEASON STARTS

Yes indeedy. THE FOOTBALL SEASON. The chance to go and sit out in the cold and watch 22 men chase after a ball. The chance to go and share the tribal passions of the like-minded who, in a very considered way, support their team. Travelling hour upon hour and thousands of miles to watch 90 minutes of action. Always with the distinct possibility that they will come away disappointed because their heroes have not done the business. Picking the bones out of every kick of the ball. Identifying those heroes that have become rubbish. Bemoaning the fact that the manager has no idea what he is actually doing! Being convinced about something that they have known all their lives. Yes, the referee was rubbish! 

But oh the glory, the heart-warming feeling when their heroes persevere against all the odds and achieve that which is the sole aim. VICTORY!!!! The garnering of another precious three points in the never-ending pursuit of success. Reliving every wondrous move, every delightful pass and every thunderous 30 yard screamer that just about burst the net. Oh yes it is all worthwhile.

Meanwhile Saturdays in the summer! Oh dear.