I don’t like football

No point in pretending

That I love the game

I understand the offside rule

I can explain it

But why should I?

I admired England’s Women

Playing in the European Cup

That was refreshing.

But Premier league?

Expensive, over hyped, boring,

Is my opinion.

And the World Cup venue?

Inequality and slave labour?

A Man’s paradise

Where women are second class

Rainbows are rebuked

Sports washing is preventing

Real freedoms.

Enough said.

Wimbledon

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It’s that time of year again, two weeks of tennis on TV. I could sit in a darkened room and watch it all, mens, womens doubles and wheelchair matches. There is a lot of excitement especially towards the end of the tournament and that’s not including the risk of a heavy downpour of rain stopping play.

This year court one has a retractable roof so it offers shelter to players in the same way as the centre court.

Wimbledon can be engrossing, intriguing, spectacular. Human bodies getting bent and stretched into shapes never normally seen in real life. The commentary helps you understand what just happened when tennis balls are travelling across the court faster than you can see.

But I’m getting interested. It’s on in the background. I’ve got things to do. People to see. Switch it off…. In a few minutes, at the end of this game…. This set…. This match….