Being focused on a brutal match helps me forget about being bored and alone.

Ten days have gone past without a written word but unfortunately it doesn't mean I've been out everyday; I've just been lazy and had some errands to run. Mostly though I've been watching the world cup everyday three times a day, and catching up on either 'Modern Family' or 'Sex and the city' between the hour breaks before the next match. And right now I'm attepting to get this post up before the next match with is England vs Uruguay; woo englaanddd. 

There is just something about football that gives me a rush but also helps me chill out! Being focused on a brutal match helps me forget about being bored and alone. Me, my dad and sister sharing the same experience and excitement, everyone booing and wooing in sync; just amazing. The funniest thing of all is my dads difficulty in understanding why the hell I'm watching the football in the first place which quite frankly pisses me off. If you take a glance at me and my sister its obvious that I'm the 'girly' one and my sisters the 'tomboy'; because I study fashion and my sister skateboards, simple. But there are things we are all secretly good at or enjoy and noone ever takes notice, which makes you feel quite shitty. I'm the eldest sibling and naturally am the first try tings out before the others. So football was something I done first and was damn good at it too! I started in year five and was quite a tomboy in my time also in my Nike trackies pretty much everyday, I know very classy. I used to play with the boys most lunchtimes in the cage attempting to actually get the ball at most times but when I did get the ball I was able to kick it normally and not with my toes; success. Sometimes I'd leave with scrapes on my knee and a throbbing nose, but somehow my dad never really caught on to the idea that I ever played sports, must have hurt my nose skipping right? Because I'm on the chubby side of the scale theres obviously no way I can be good at sports so my dad never takes no notice. I even went to play on the school team at secondary for three years but we never entered any official games outside of our school. But because I've very obviously grown out of my tomboy phase and am going on to study fashion, theres no way I could still be interested in sports right?! Fucking basic narrow minded thoughts.

But my sisters story is different; she's slim and has never really grown out of her 'tomboy' phase and has tried every sport under the sun but has never lasted. Football, cricket, tennis, basketball, netball. This automatically makes her the sporty child, the one that tries every sport but can't seem to stick to one. She was lucky with football though, when she arrived to my secondary that's when they started entering cups and matches with other schools and they were pretty good, winning first a few times. But even then it didn't seem like she was too interested to carry on.

Between me and my sister, she has the skills and I have the speed to strike; great but unlikely team. Big and slim. What's even funnier than my dads disbelief in me watching football is that whenever people ask us about who's better at football, my sister always says me from what I remember. So now I'll head downstairs to watch a football match with a father who knows nothing about me and doesn't even try, instead I'll get the same question "Fatty have you done my website yet?!".