Eventually We’ll get it

Just picked up a book in paperback called Bloody Confused.  It chronicles the experience of an American journalist moving to England and immersing himself in the football culture of the Home Isles.  Very funny writiing, but more importantly shows the cultural confusion of trying to adapt to an entirely different sporting world.  Sure you want to converse with your neighbors at the match, but maybe that is just not done over there.  What do you mean I can’t buy a ticket even though the game isn’t sold out.  These are some of the nuances of becoming a fan of the game in England and navigating such pitfalls lends the book an innocence I haven’t felt at a sporting event since my first foray into point shaving. 

Yet the greatest joy within the book is watching a burgeoning fan attach himself to a team.  Read it and it feels like reliving your first sexual encounter with a non-family member.