Nightsweats
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Find it completely impossible. It would without doubt lead to a coronary which in itself is bad enough but given I'm usually driving somewhere at that time then the outcome would be catastrophic. Hearing the commentary escalate in pitch and volume when we are defending sends my blood pressure off the charts.
A funny story re commentary comes to mind. Years ago a friend of mine, sadly a pig but a wonderful person did the commentary at the sty for a group of blind fans. Obviously they all sat in a group with him in the middle. He did this for years until it became time to call it a day due to time constraints.
He was describing play as per normal when a sense of devilment struck. The Pigs had a goal kick for which the keeper was preparing. My mate suddenly jumped up and screamed.."and the Wednesday are storming forward, the ball is played through to Hirst whos one on one with the keeper......"
Obviously at this point 20 plus of his audience had jumped to their feet screaming "Go on Hirsty son...".
Most of the cantalever stand turned in bemusement as this cavalcade of noise and raucous encouragement cut through an otherwise silent stadium as the goal kick had not yet been taken.
My mate decided it was time to call it a day and taking the opportunity to shuffle past the standing members of the group disappeared never to be seen, or rather heard again.
Made me chortle when he told me.
A funny story re commentary comes to mind. Years ago a friend of mine, sadly a pig but a wonderful person did the commentary at the sty for a group of blind fans. Obviously they all sat in a group with him in the middle. He did this for years until it became time to call it a day due to time constraints.
He was describing play as per normal when a sense of devilment struck. The Pigs had a goal kick for which the keeper was preparing. My mate suddenly jumped up and screamed.."and the Wednesday are storming forward, the ball is played through to Hirst whos one on one with the keeper......"
Obviously at this point 20 plus of his audience had jumped to their feet screaming "Go on Hirsty son...".
Most of the cantalever stand turned in bemusement as this cavalcade of noise and raucous encouragement cut through an otherwise silent stadium as the goal kick had not yet been taken.
My mate decided it was time to call it a day and taking the opportunity to shuffle past the standing members of the group disappeared never to be seen, or rather heard again.
Made me chortle when he told me.
