You think that’s bad. My mate’s a Chelsea supporter and it’s the Champion’s League final against Manchester City tonight.
Only he won't be able to see it, he’s a trader and Shepton Flea is on tomorrow at Royal Bath and West showground and he’s selling, so he’ll have to be up at something like two or three in the morning.
And it doesn’t open until half nine. I’ll be going, but I won’t have to get up at at two. I can even fit in Frome first.
He probably won’t know the score, which is a shame because it looks like being quite a tasty match.
Your feelings about America are prompted by your disappointment in Trump losing the presidency and you’re attention seeking.
I’m more interested in the Football.
That’s right, Football.
Right on.