One of the great things about being English is that wherever you go in the world, you can always find an interest in the English Premier Football league. Here, this means that I can still watch Chelsea on TV and even have people to dissect the match with afterwards. So last night I was glued to Juventus vs. Chelsea even though my understanding of the commentary was, at best, patchy. Then I could chat about the brilliance of Didier Drogba to my football loving friend who was also watching the game.
D, not a football fan at the best of times, refused to watch. He was listening to England's attempt to beat the West Indies in cricket and was refusing to talk to anyone at all.