eng-er-land at wem-ber-ley



i took our 2 kids to wembly to see england play kazakstahn on sat. ive no intrest in footy, not been to a game before, & cant remember the last time i watched a whole match on the telly, but the occasion presented itself in the form of a primary school trip (50 of us) and it was a good chance to see the stadium. impressed with the building, especially with the arch lit. inside had good site lines, seemed almost intimate, even with 89, 701 people there. very easy to get in and out, obvious route between entrance and seat. still dont get the game tho, was alright (england won, 5:1). have never understood the tribalism that some sports generate. I wanted england to win (to keep the hoards friendly on the journey home) but would`ve prefered to see a more exciting game, even if it meant losing. Tom liked the train journey, the shouting, and the “great escape” band, but spent most of the game trying to start mexican waves, Joe didnt see any of the goals “cos the kids in front kept standing up” when it got exciting, but Ive fulfilled my duty as a dad so am happy.


2 responses to “eng-er-land at wem-ber-ley

  1. i was on the londiff train with some of those englishers too. was glad they won but didn’t like to make eye contact just in case…

    like you, i know little to even less about sport and look upon those afflicted with fandom with a certain pitying shrug.

    can’t imagine why any of them think i’m weird for obsessing over some blokes making noise in small sweaty rooms or for going to nod along to someone playing someone else’s tunes in sequence.


  2. lostingraceland

    Once sat outside a brilliant lecture in UWIC waiting for my dis tutor. The chap talking was someone who played for Wales, talking to a load of brutish big welsh rugga boys, one of whom went on to be become captain I think for the Welsh team, a few of the others played for Wales [and some other semi-good teams]. I peeked a look in the room as I went into my small cupboard of a room next door with tutor…anyway…The chap was talking so cleverly about the history of small villages, comparing it to tribes from the days of old and talking about struggles and pride and the whole idea of battles n stuff. He then brilliantly drew this together and brought it forward to the present day and sport. Made me think about it in a different way.
    Grew up resenting the tv rugby and football for delaying my outings and the prospect of removing the stabilisers or swinging down the park. Having a dad who played for Cardiff Boys meant the passion was supposed to be in my blood. But in my teenage years whenever he would be driving past the roafreck in his gas van I was either sat on the side picking the daisies or trying to put my [charged up] mates off the game with pranks and schemes.
    In conclusion – I can see why they are like they are, but I just could never be like them cos my mind works so differently. The divide is massive…now… have to go…going to do some baking.

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