The long-ball game

I was collared by a soccer fan in the kitchen at work this afternoon. He asked me if I'd seen the England v Trinidad and Tobago match last night. I said I'd caught the last 20 minutes. We agreed that our lads played like a bunch of girls. We then proceeded to have an entire conversation about football.

I must have acquitted myself rather well, as my colleague clearly didn't twig that I hadn't the faintest idea what I was talking about. Hell, I even managed to slip in a reference to the Republic of Ireland's adoption of the long-ball game in a previous tournament. I heard Jackie Charlton mention it on Desert Island Discs.

I'm not entirely sure what the long-ball game is (I suspect the clue's in the name), but I reckon it's time our bunch of girls adopted it. If it's good enough for Big Jack, then it's good enough for England.

See also: My photos from Tobago on Flickr

By Richard Carter

A fat, bearded chap with a Charles Darwin fixation.

6 comments

  1. Don't worry. Most people who talk about sport haven't a clue what they're talking about either.

    The same applies to music journalists!

  2. Oh, that would explain a lot. But why would Big Jack want to coach rugby? He knows as much about rugby as I know about football.

  3. So, just what do you do for a living?

    Something to do with asbestos?

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