Always amazes me the shock and awe I’m greeted with when I say I don’t follow football.
My lad does and obviously that means he plays in a team. The parents all discuss the ins and outs of the premier league that week while the lads play and I genuinely have no input.
Mrs T has become quite the follower (which is nice, good that we join in with his hobby) and I must admit it eventually boils the fluid in my eyes when it becomes the sole topic of discussion...I’ve slyly got him into WWE wrestling (pulled all of my 90’s WWF figuers out of my mums loft) just so there’s another topic - not because it’s any good.
But there is an assumption you’ll just love football if you’re a bloke. And there is a train of thought that it’s ‘wrong’ not to like football.
My eldest daughters mum was a mad Manchester United fan, when I met her extended crowd I was asked who I supported “nobody, don’t really follow football...” ‘what’s wrong with you, are you gay?’
A genuine conversation - so many flaws in the response...
Anyhow...I often defer to this