"Red" is a Naughty Word

As a relative newcomer to this whole Football thing (thats Soccer for some of you) I am amazed at how quickly I have developed an interest in the sport and how much I love watching "my team" play! When it all started, everything I knew about football could have fit in the head of a pin and still have left room for my extensive knowledge of flavoured vodka.

So, here I was armed with absolutely zero knowledge of the game and in a relationship with an Englishman. Football and the English are like well, Iraqis and car bombs; 90% of the population are huge fans. Poor Adam with no other football mad boys to talk to resorted to trying to discuss football with me. These discussions consisted mainly of me pretending to know what I was talking about while trying to smile and scowl at the right times as to show that I was at least as half as good to talk with about football as his mates in the UK. I don't think he was fooled. Probably didn't help that I went on about how nice Paul Robinson must be to his mum.

Football is quite a hard concept to grasp as a New Zealander, as well as a girl. I've grown up with rugby and all the rules of that game, so to see a field of blokes kicking a ball around in every direction possible and seeing people getting yellow cards for things such as kicking the ball away was so weird. In New Zealand its not a rugby game unless there's a bit of biffo and we dont have yellow or red cards here. If you get socked in the head during a tackle then its your own tough luck, wipe off the blood and get back in.

It can be a tense game to watch when you actually know whats on the line for your team. The fact that one game can make or break you and can decide your fate, it gets quite exciting. So with Tottenham sitting 4th on the table, 5 points ahead of Arsenal we are looking pretty good at the moment. Adam keeps reminding me that the race isnt over but as far as I'm concerned a bit of positive thinking never hurt anyone.