I’ve been exchanging texts with a woman I don’t know well yet, and as a conversation generator she asked me if I had been watching the world cup. We continued for an embarrassingly long time before we seemed to simultaneously come to the realization that neither of us cared about soccer at all, nor knew enough to carry on a real conversation about it.
I’ve been exchanging texts with a woman I don’t know well yet, and as a conversation generator she asked me if I had been watching the world cup. We continued for an embarrassingly long time before we seemed to simultaneously come to the realization that neither of us cared about soccer at all, nor knew enough to carry on a real conversation about it.
Did you see the match last night?
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah
God! Did we?
Wow! What a match!
Yeah.
All of the players running up the pitch… Players running. …and running down it again. Such athleticism!
What was Rooney thinking of, though?
Oh! Who knows?
That’s Rooney!
He is a foolish boy.
Yeah, but that referee… I’m sorry, the referee is just an idiot.
Yes. He was certainly the villain of the piece.
What was Wenger thinking sending Walcott on that early?