Sun May XXIII
Got up at 2am to watch V Dull FA Cup Final between Spurs + QPR. 1-1 aet. Now I’ll have to watch on Fri Morn to see who wins.
Some of you will read this and think that no football match on earth is worth getting up at 2am to watch. To me, it was one of the advantages of being 11 hours ahead of my home country, although I was surprised that I was allowed to get up in the middle of the night to see the game – not, of course, that I wouldn’t have created hell if I hadn’t been allowed to!
I remember being somewhat jealous that the game went to a replay. I had been to the previous year’s cup final replay and had a great time, and I knew that my Uncle Allan, as a Spurs fan, would be going to this one. This was despite the fact that this was the first FA Cup final I had watched where I would be bored rather than excited by the whole spectacle. I am sure that the hour of the day had something to do with this.
This was all a precursor of two things. First and foremost, that was the first of many times that I got up in the middle of the night to watch sport, both in New Zealand and deep into my adult life. In fact, I must be one of the few parents to ever regret their child beginning to sleep through the night, as it deprived me of an excuse to get up and watch cricket from Australia.
Second, FA Cup finals did become very boring a few years after that and I don’t think I have made a concious effort to sit and watch one since about 1995.