Futebol

The family Todd are just back from a four day break in Barcelona. Lovely town, lovely people, lovely food and lovely rioja. Marvellous.

Mind you, sharing a hotel room with JFGP does limit one’s evening adventures somewhat. We were reduced to watching Spanish television (and CNN naturally).

Unless we wanted to watch third rate Bruce Forsyth clones present incomprehensible games shows we were faced with a diet of wall to wall Euro 2004. My opinions on football are somewhat similar to Jon from Rogue Semiotics, but I swallowed my pride (and a couple of San Miguels) and watched anyway.

It was sometimes amusing, sometimes interesting and always educational. We noted that the commentary on TVE was almost as useful as the work of some British practitioners of the art. But far more interesting was that rather than put on a panel of half rate windbags at half time to endlessly discuss the match they just show fifteen minutes of adverts. It’s a shame the BBC can’t do the same.

This weekend I did not watch any rugby.