I am enduring the mild humiliation of having the sport of my people explained to me by an English-born 21-year-old
Ten years ago I took my middle son to Wembley to see England play Ukraine. It was my first international football match, and I had to endure the discomfort of having to have everything explained to me by an 11-year-old, in an atmosphere of extreme menace. Below us, a Ukrainian player with long blond hair was fouled and lay on the pitch bleeding, to the fury of everyone around us.
“Who’s he?” I said to the middle one.
Source: The Guardian
Tim Dowling: I’ve never been to an NFL game, and it shows