Nice Man to Football Fan

I'm sitting here writing this while my husband is watching his team, Man Utd, being shown how it's done on the TV.  The change in his personality is unbelievable, his language, waving his arms all over the show and yelling obscenities at the screen, he doesn't look anything like the chap I married all those years ago and he most certainly doesn't sound like him, he's like a raving lunatic.

He curses the ref and the ref gets most of the blame for the poor show the team put on, Nani gets a fair bit of blame along with Moyes and the defence. 

Today the game is on a Greek channel so the sound is off, thus affording me a little extra battery power for my hearing aids on account of the shouting and display of misery and contempt for his team being less loud or vehement as it would be with the sound on in English.

Hubby did stop to break into a grin when Van Persie deigned to outfox the goalie and hit the nylon to equalise one goal each but sadly the grin was wiped off mere minutes later when Stoke scored a second goal.

What amazes me is the speed with which my darling husband puts it all behind him as soon as the whistle blows at full time. It is so uncanny it beggars belief.  From ranting mad man to laid back and not a care in the world with just one blow of the whistle, he just gets up and starts to make the dinner and a cup of tea for me as I lounge on the sofa reading my book now it's all over, at least until the next match kicks .  Just like it never happened.