A week into the new football season, and it's still all to play for. To tell the truth, I've not yet seen today's results, so there is always a chance that something dramatic has happened that may irretrievably influence the rest of the season, for instance the entire United and City squads being snapped up at a bargain by Wigan Athletic before the transfer window snaps shut, but this seems unlikely. Particularly for Wigan. Though credit where credit's due, as they say: not many expected them to survive in the Premiership for this long.
I try my best on a Saturday to avoid inadvertantly hearing the football results, in order to add to the excitement of watching Match of the Day in the evening. Perhaps excitement is not quite the right word, but you get my point: it's not the same when you know what's going to happen. Given the way we now live our lives in the metaphorical central reservation of the information superhighway, bombarded constantly by texts and tweets and 24 hour news, it seems hard to believe that you can make it through the whole day without finding out the scores. Perhaps it reveals something about my somewhat isolated and positively antisocial lifestyle that I can manage it with so little effort.
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