A couple of hours on the terraces - yes, terraces, not armchairs.
Never mind paying a fortune to watch prima donna millionaires rolling around in agony at the merest sniff of a tackle. Get yourselves out to watch some real football, played by folks who do it for love.
See you all later at Twerton Park...
I find more backbone, gumption and mettle in women's football. But then I don't really follow football and know next to nothing about it. Therefore I shall zip it.
