stark raving mad about Euro 2020, but that’s fine. I can live with being part of the microscopic minority who find it baffling that a footballer gets paid £79 million a week while a principal male ballet dancer, with equal if not more athletic prowess, and 10 times the artistry and skill sets, gets 43p.
Or that VIPs can fly into the UK to watch these matches, blatantly contravening every single Covid law, while the rest of us now have to be double vaccinated to cross the road.
And what’s with the crazed glint in people’s eyes and the mighty roar that bellows out of pubs, houses and just about everywhere else whenever “our boys’’ manage the occasional goal?
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