Windows

Having admitted recently that I know almost next to nothing about Association Football, I find myself writing about it for a second time in a matter of days. Apologies to anyone reading this who isn't interested in football. And also to anyone who knows anything about it. And to anyone who recorded the FA Cup Final yesterday and wanted to watch it in the near future without hearing the result first. I know I do this quite often myself. But not usually with the FA Cup Final. If only because it's difficult to avoid seeing the result splashed across the newspapers or trumpeted from the radio (though perhaps not literally: the BBC rarely announce the sports results with a fanfare. But it's an idea worthy of serious consideration). Especially when the final ends in such a dramatic fashion, with Wigan Athletic snatching a last-minute winner against the might of Manchester City.

Occasionally, there are moments in life when the underdog comes good. Perhaps not very often, but occasionally. It gives us all a bit of hope that, when faced with overwhelming opposition, sometimes the overwhelming opposition can have an off day, and we can do some fancy dribbling around them without their noticing, and, if we are very lucky, head the ball into the top corner of the net from a well-executed corner. Not very often. But occasionally.

 

Windows. Quite a lot of windows.