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Originally Posted by JustRichard
I just have to laugh at this ridiculous comment. You, sir are being a sexist. You breathe air the same way girls do. This means you're gay. You are walking on two legs. Guess who's also walking on two legs. A girl! You are gay, sir. You can talk. Girls can also talk. You are gay. You can write and read. Girls also can write and read. You are gay. You have emotions. Girls also have emotions! Who knew? You are gay!
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I did smile a little but you could have psittacine body dysmorphia. You breathe air the same way parrots do. This means you wear vibrant plumed fascinators. You are walking on two legs. Guess who's also walking on two legs. A parrot! You are a parrot! You can talk. Parrots can also talk. You are oscillating as you read. You can squawk. Parrots also can squawk. You are a parrot. You have emotions. Parrots also have emotions! Who knew? You are a parrot!
Anyone who's heard a soccer player or manager or whatever they call themselves, when interviewed, what a very limited lexicon they have swallowed!
And to think that the English once so robust to invent this sport went the way of the Europeans who imported it.
I checked FIFA which might have had some idea and:
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In both Kingston-on-Thames and Chester, local legend has it the game was played there for the first time with the severed head of a vanquished Danish prince. In Derby, it is said to have originated in the third century during the victory celebrations that followed a battle against the Romans. Yet there is scant evidence of the sport having been played at this time, either in Saxon areas or on the continent.
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So it's neither a Roman nor a continental game. The heads were an English innovation. But when garlic munchers discovered permanent waves and pigs
’ bladders this once manly game descended to where it is today. Now as England is decoupling from the amphibian diet perhaps this once interesting pastime will resume its former status? Although someone took me to a performance one day several years ago I'm afraid to say I fell asleep so didn't see much, or any of it: when I woke up at the end still no-one had managed even a single goal. But with the heads back and suitable encouragement perhaps the game could be made great again? But for now, even with the simulated writhing and bleached tips, I'd rather watch paint dry. And if a dragonfly got stuck as a bonus there'd be some
actual writhing, for anyone interested.