Revision is peachy. Peachy? Indescribable more like. I was sold when I came across a question in which the decreasing temperature of a hot cup of tea was modelled by an equation. Must’ve been wild for Brits taking a pop at Core 3 back in the “day” (I want to say 2011 but I can’t remember the exact year).
School is fast approaching and I’m not sure how time has managed to pass this quickly. I have literally a day to begin revising Physics. Question is, will I? No is the short answer, and that’s all anybody’s ever interested in, so that’s all folks! (It’s okay, I’ll work something out next week.)
I watched the first of the two FA Cup semi-finals today. I said to myself that I’d restrict my football intake to Match of the Day only but it really is my weakness. (I watched both.) No point thoroughly discussing here my thoughts on the game – I don’t favour either team – but Spurs were intensely frustrating in that they dominated and played some quality football but made some wasteful decisions. However it isn’t that simple, now is it? Take the 43rd minute penalty. Son went to ground far too early, sliding all over the place in Spurs’ area; Moses had it handed to him on a plate. Before you know it, you’ve got Conte screaming for Willian to take a punt (read: not now Batshuayi) and he’s put the ball in the back of the net. Yes the pen was given but it goes back a step further (for me anyway). Son shouldn’t have been put left wing-back in the first place. Just no. I don’t give a toss how adaptable he is. Not in a game like this, against a team like Chelsea. You’re the best team defensively in the Premier League, remember that. It was such a shame in that he wasn’t able to showcase the brilliant attacking form he’s been in this season. Ah! Anyway. The game was truly electric. It was messy in all kinds of ways, and that’s what had me hooked. From the panicked clearances to Hugo Lloris’ fumbled handling of the ball outside of the box – it was exciting. I hope tomorrow’s other semi-final (Arsenal are up against Man City) will be just as entertaining.
I look up to footballers possibly more than I should but honestly, I think it keeps me sane. Push aside the extortionate fees and ridiculous demands (although admittedly I do LIVE for transfer deadline day the one day more stressful than Results’ Day) and they’re mostly an admirable bunch. I admire the athleticism, the drive and the determination to succeed in areas of endeavour, all specific to each team member. It all gets string together and bam you have something special. And not forgetting, there’s a lot of maths in football! Statistics, mechanics, the lot! There’s always the tripe, the trollop, but I love it. Life is uneventful otherwise. So I’ll sit here, clad in mis-matched Man U gear, doodling away in my Ander Herrera jotter* whilst bingeing on reruns of Soccer AM.
*My notebook (essentially a planner as it goes everywhere with me) has a plain black cover so a while back I decided to stick his face all over it. It’s the coolest collage ever.