How many times have you woken up on a Sunday morning potless, with a mouth like Gandhi's flip-flop, and entertaining vague recollections of a 1-1 draw. Or was it a 2-1 defeat?
Then the missus saunters in with that 'serves you right if you feel rotten' face, and in a minor chink of interest (because you might have mentioned the name a mate from the day before who she bumped into once a few years back who bucked the trend of all of your football lot being brain-dead losers), she asks how his new house is.
Erm, dunno, didn't ask.
Or how his missus is .. or the new baby .. or work .. or his thoughts on the latest Franz Ferdinand LP .. or ANYTHING.
And all that follows is a blank look, because you didn't exchange words with him on any of those subjects. Why would you? I mean, you can scarcely remember talking excessively about football itself, but you know you must have. Either that, or what else exactly did fill an oratory void of some ten hours?
It's a puzzle that few men will ever find the answer to, but those clever boffins from TalkSPORT's research hub have tried, with 72% of fellas polled supposedly bantering mercilessly about the beautiful game when down the pub.
In addition, 13% talk about work, 8% witter on about cars, 6% love a bit of sex chat, and only 2% bang on about their girlfriends and wifes .. and that's mostly because they fancy a bloody good moan too.
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