So pessimistic was TLF about the start of the Prem (can’t go to the game and even if I could Lesta will be pants) that at the weekend I felt obliged to create a bit of distraction.
What better way to do that than a) place some doubly disloyal household bets with a few quid on defeats for Mr TLF’s bubbly Hammers & the Foxes. The latter not as foolish as it seems based on Lesta’s 2020 and their dismal track record against promoted teams in the opening game of the season.
And b) introduce a new household law (in a limited and specific way) that our living room will be a swearing free zone for the duration of all televised Lesta games this season. For some that might not seem like a challenge but any fule kno that for a TLF, football, despair and swearing are the holy trinity. As a child, discovering and perhaps over-using the ‘naughty words’ I was always advised that too much swearing was evidence of a limited vocabulary (I know; f***ing ridiculous). So, a chance for TLF to extend her very limited football vocab.
Willpower and the dictionary alone will not achieve this however; hiding behind the Sunday paper during a nervy opening to the game proved to be quite a handy safety net. As things improved and the Lesta goals went in, TLF felt less likely to swear but was suitably pessimistic until the final whistle. Much to the amusement of Mr TLF who with four minutes to go accepted my point that we could still f&ck mess it up, providing West Brom scored ‘a goal per minute.’
Mind you he did need something to laugh about as he reflected on domestic defeats at quoits, darts and TLF being in credit following West Ham’s defeats.
Flipping marvellous.
Unsweary Fox