So last night, Mrs DB and I sat down to watch the Paraguay vs Spain game; well I was watching and the wife was just in the same room. Running through the teams the commentator mentions Spain and Fernando Torres, the following dialogue occurs:
Mrs DB: 'Why is Fernando Torres playing for Spain?"
Me: 'Because he's Spanish sweetheart.'
Mrs DB: 'Yeah but he plays in England so he should play for England.'
Me: 'So how many none Englishman do you know who play for England then?'
Mrs DB: 'Loads!'
Me: 'Who?'
Mrs DB: 'Ronaldo.'
Me: 'Would that be the Portuguese Ronaldo who plays for Real Madrid, in Spain? Because he doesn't play for England.'
Mrs DB: 'Oh right, so who does he play for then?'
At this point the conversation came to an abrupt end with my agreeing never to speak about it again. So, to the point of this thread, would fellow goaters like to share any other stories of, the oil and water mixture that is, women and football.
Mrs DB: 'Why is Fernando Torres playing for Spain?"
Me: 'Because he's Spanish sweetheart.'
Mrs DB: 'Yeah but he plays in England so he should play for England.'
Me: 'So how many none Englishman do you know who play for England then?'
Mrs DB: 'Loads!'
Me: 'Who?'
Mrs DB: 'Ronaldo.'
Me: 'Would that be the Portuguese Ronaldo who plays for Real Madrid, in Spain? Because he doesn't play for England.'
Mrs DB: 'Oh right, so who does he play for then?'
At this point the conversation came to an abrupt end with my agreeing never to speak about it again. So, to the point of this thread, would fellow goaters like to share any other stories of, the oil and water mixture that is, women and football.