"So, where is everyone watching the game tomorrow?"
An innocent enough question, but alas, none of my colleagues seemed to know that a big game was even taking place. Actually, there was one exception, and he's not even British...
And this is the problem with working with members of the geekhood. We're mostly pale, not the fittest people around, and many of us got picked last for the school football team. That kind of social rejection leaves a mark.
So I find myself in a niche group of Geeks Who Like Football. Very few people will get this 'joke'.
I'm not going to explain it.
So, tonight, I'm calling on my non-geek friends to watch the match. The big match. The HUGE match. The European Cup Final.
I can still remember the European Cup Final from 1999 like it was yesterday. The sensational end to an incredible season (this season can't be as good, even if we win tonight). Bayern Munich had dominated the final for 85 minutes, and then sat back to defend. When Teddy Sheringham equalised in the 89th minute, my head hit the ceiling and I ran round screaming like a banshee:
And when Ole Gunnar Solksjaer scored the winner three minutes into injury time...well, I was still shaking from the first goal. All I can remember is a sort of white noise. My friends assure me that I embarrassed myself.
So tonight, I will hand in my geek stripes for a couple of hours. Hopefully, I'll make just a big a fool of myself as I did back in 1999. You're welcome to come and watch; you'll find me in the Wellington Pub in Waterloo, and I'll be the one wearing the replica Manchester United shirt from the 1998-99 season.
COME ON UNITED!