An insight into the types of people who bet on sport; for many of us who live the bohemian life we’re not bothered about the results, it’s only when we’re not going out that we know what the score is.
A couple of months ago I had to pop out to the shops and I suddenly realised how little I knew about any of the teams in the Premiership.
I knew one or two, and the score for most, but nothing else.
It was like I had never watched a single match; because, obviously I had.
My friend got me interested in football and since then I’ve done nothing but watch my beloved Tottenham Hotspur.
I have recently started watching the Arsenal boys too and even developed a liking for, to my utter shock, this team called West Ham.
Singing loudly in the car and shouting “Tottenham, Tottenham!” is something I do now, in order to get in the mood.
I take it as a compliment that I am being considered a hardcore Tottenham fan; because I don’t feel hardcore.
And even though my team is West Ham, I still sing, “We’re gonna catch you, you nasty Chelsea, we’re gonna catch you,” and feel silly that I do.
Just last night I was watching an England game and again, I sang, “We’re gonna catch you, you nasty Everton.”
I must be one of the few people who really likes Everton, but I know that a lot of Everton fans don’t like Tottenham, because we are the biggest rivals of Everton, that’s all.
Let’s not pretend that I was fanatical about this team.
Sometimes I would forget to tune into the news and have a shock when I heard we’d lost to one of our fierce rivals.
The thing is, I don’t actually remember the times when I cared.
The top scorers I remember are Teddy Sheringham, Aaron Lennon and Jermaine Defoe, not this tableau that we saw last night, and it’s only because it was all in slow motion that I knew we were beaten.
For a few seconds, my brain actually started to work properly and I realised that it was actually happening, and I started to panic.
I could tell myself to stay in my seat, I didn’t want to get angry and act like a girl.
Then I realised it was only about half time and went all shouty at my flatmate to get up off her lazy backside and make the tea.
Last night, it was Tottenham 1 West Brom 0 and for a few minutes I really thought it was going to be the worst game ever; maybe the worst of my life.
The worst thing was that I started to think that we had actually lost, because if it were true, I’d have to tell all the people who had made a fuss of me and got my hopes up that I was, indeed, a hardcore Tottenham fan.
I will keep you posted, but all I can say is that I was happy when I read about West Brom scoring a few minutes after the end of the match, as I knew that our lads could actually have won that game, but just lost in overtime.
That’s what happens sometimes.
People keep telling me to stop talking about this match and get back to work, but I can’t.
I’ve learned to not worry and I’ve learnt that everytime I get involved in a football match, I just want my team to lose; except for when West Brom played us, because that was awesome.