Fjell schreef:Ik snap dat de herrie erg vervelend is. Zou dat zelf ook niet leuk vinden.. Maar dan snap ik nog steeds niet dat je wilt dat de Nederlanders het slecht gaan doen. OMdat het er gewoon echt niks mee te maken heeft. En dat voetballers niks voor de maatschappij doen vind ik ook zeer overdreven. Ok, ik vind het ook belachelijk hoeveel ze verdienen voor wat tegen een bal schoppen. Maar ze laten heel veel mensen genieten van mooie sport en bijzondere sfeer enz. Dat is ook wel wat waard!

Dundas schreef:Nouja zeg, over genomen? Mag er niet gewoon ruimte voor discussie zijn, dan?

Marley schreef:Voetballiefhebbers staan erom bekend dat ze tijdens een feestje iets teveel drinken en daardoor geen kleur meer kunnen bekennen. En als dat in het rest van Nederland niet zo is, mijn excuses dat ik generaliseer, maar in mijn dorp is dat dus wel zo. We hebben hier zo ook weleens een akkefietje, maar niet zoals gisteren opeens het humeur/ de sfeer omsloeg. Misschien gebeurd dat alleen in mijn dorp, nogmaals dat kan, maar ik vind het wel typerend voor voetballiefhebbers.

How Football Sounds To People That Don't Care. This Guy Nails It.
11th May 2014
Firstly, imagine every time within a day that football is mentioned by someone else. Secondly, replace it with something that you don't want to hear about every day. Say... Archaeology. Then, think carefully about how an average day would pan out.

So, you awaken to the clock radio. It's 7AM. Just as you awaken, it's time for the news and archaeology already. Not news and other historical investigations, like library restorations or museum openings (unless there's another event happening), but just the news and archaelogy. Malaysian plane is still missing. Pistorius is still on trial. New dig announced in Giza. Ancient Mayan temple discovered. Exciting stuff.

Time for a bite to eat over the morning TV. More news. More archaeology. Yes, you are aware of what is up with the missing plane. Fine. Now the archaeology in video format. Video of people dusting off some skulls and bits of pottery. All well and good, but archaeology isn't your thing. It would be nice to hear about something else.

Even when it isn't archaeology season, the media follow noted archaeologists. They drive fast cars, date beautiful women, advertise fragrances, and sometimes they go to nightclubs and act in the worst possible way. Scandals erupt as the tabloids follow these new celebrities when they're not searching the past for answers. It is entirely possible you can recite the names of certain researchers, even if you don't pay attention to archaeology. You don't know what transfer season is, but you know that someone was transferred to a dig in Peru for a sum of money that could fund the London Underground for two whole days.

Out of the car at 8:55 and into work. What are the colleagues talking about, I wonder? Oh, Jones dropped a 3,890 year old pot and smashed it? What a useless wanker! Someone should do something unpleasant to him. And don't even ask about the unfortunate incident in Athens two years ago - you'll be there all day! Breaking a pillar like that! We don't talk about that here, mate. What? You don't want to discuss the finer points of the prevalence of phallic imagery in Pompeii? Is there something wrong with you?

The drive home from work. Every thirty minutes, no matter the station, someone mentions the archaeology. Best sit in silence. Drive past a huge billboard with a black and white picture of a rakishly handsome archaeologist draped over an impossibly beautiful woman. He's winking at you. Trowel in his left hand, supermodel in the right. Jurassic, by Calvin Klein.

And now the pub. A nice pub with a beer garden. Posters in the windows. LIVE EXCAVATION AT THE VALLEY OF THE KINGS! All of it on a huge TV with the volume up too loud. Drunken people yelling at the screen. "SEND IT FOR CARBON DATING, YOU USELESS ***K!" "WHAT ARE YOU ON, MATE? DUST THE ANCIENT MEDALLION GENTLY! SMELTING METHODS OF THE TIME PRODUCED VERY SOFT AND IMPURE METALS EASILY PRONE TO DISFIGURATION!" All this from two men out of a crowd of twenty. One lousy drunken idiot and his chum ruin the image of other archaeology fans. Carbon dating report from the lab updates on TV, read by a man employed because they've been following the beautiful science since they were a boy. The drunk chimes in again. "WHAT PHARAOH'S REIGN DID YOU SAY? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS SAYS ABOUT THE UNDERPINNINGS OF OUR THEORY OF AGRICULTURAL DEVELOPMENT OF 4TH BC EGYPT? GET IN, MATE!" A cheer cascades through the building and you can only wonder why.

Best go home and avoid anyone who might be drinking and singing. You once met a disagreeable chap who threatened to beat you up because you didn't watch the archaeology. "Not a late paleolithic era supporter are you? Think you're better than me? I'll have you, you scrawny tw*t!"

To bed. To repeat the cycle tomorrow. The inescapable, inevitability that wherever you go, someone, somewhere, is just dying to talk to you about the archaeology.

Amaryllis schreef:Post aangepast..

En sorry maar ik reageer helemaal niet hysterisch zo heb ik t ook niet bedoeld.
Ik wilde juist een vrolijke tegenhanger van t wk topic!

Cotton schreef:Zijn hier trouwens ook mannelijke partners die er niets aan vinden?

Mijn vriend vindt WK en EK helemaal niets. Als NL speelt is hij opzich wel benieuwd naar de uitslag, maar that's it. Hij kijkt de wedstrijden niet. Gisterenavond was hij aan het klussen in de schuur haha.