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Why, oh why, oh why. It's just an exercise in pointlessness. I remember standing in the field at school bored out my skull, waiting, waiting, just in case the heavy red ball happened to come my way and when it did I had to throw it back.
In an hour it might have come my way, ooh, at least twice. My brain was starting to rot away. Boring.
On television it's even more boring, droning commentators, horrible white clothes, green, green grass, what's wrong with a lovely yellow meadow, at least it would look nicer.
But the worst thing, is people talking about a game, arrrgggh, it makes me feel like crying.