Football team selection is in need of an anthropological study. I'm seeing it from the rung of the casual Sunday Footballer eyeing up the various sapiens on The Meadows around us:
- Bibs present? Bad sign, they will beat us and will probably be anal about the rules. By anal I mean: know what offside is.
- Proper Goals? Shit, they'd whip our asses.
Today we got beaten by:
- A bunch of Americans. Pah.
- Followed by: some guys (two of them mostly) wearing strips.
What got us was the politeness issue surrounding walking past a team that looks too good. They were displaying traffic cones for goalposts which is intermediate in the pissing stakes. But really, the strips should have vetoed any challenge.
Please consider these hidden complexities the next time you see a group of grunts expleting after another strike sails through their goal, delimited by a ragged pile of coats and bags.
Oh well (this my United States of Whateva)