Quote Originally Posted by Herbert Augustus Chapman View Post
carol service and maintain a rugged, steely demeanour throughout; unless of course, they sing 'Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel. The opening gregorian refrain weakens my resolve and by the time I hear 'far from the face of God's dear son', manly tears roll down my cheeks.
I still cannot BELIEVE you think Ramsey didn't mean it

How can someone watch football for (presumably) decades and still have such a staggeringly weak instinct for the most basic rudimentaries of the game? It's genuinely bewildering.

I actually can't think of any other equivalent in life, where there can be such a gap between professed and *actual* levels of appreciation for a subject or pastime. I know I'm laughing at you, but I would genuinely be intrigued if you're able to shed any light on how this can happen...