Football.

Lately a lot of things have changed in my life. One of these includes the amount of football I’ve been recently watching. It would be fair to say that I’ve been watching a lot. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always enjoyed watching Man United matches, even more so when I’m actually at Old Trafford, but I wouldn’t watch another team other than England. However, as of late I’ve been watching all kinds of teams: West Ham, Spurs, Chelsea, Everton, Southampton, Reading. Take for example the weekend that has just passed I watched four football matches, yes four. Liverpool v Everton. West Ham v Brighton. Man United v Aston Villa. Chelsea v Tottenham. And I shamefully wasn’t even bullied into watching them, I chose to. I’ve changed.

My viewings of football matches increased rapidly just after Christmas when I had Glandular Fever. Watching Man United and shouting at the TV along with my Dad and younger brother became a weekly occurrence, much to the amusement of the majority of people I know. I started to tweet my thoughts during matches and gained many football fanatic followers. I’m now often asked what I make of a match and when I’m not tweeting people ask where I am. It feels a little peculiar having people ask what I make on a football match seeing as I’m normally only asked about what I think about Victoria Beckham’s new Birkin bag…

I by no means understand the whole game, I often shout “HOOF” when actually it’s just a normal pass, I don’t know all the ins-and-outs of the offside rule, I’ve been known to get bored and lose interest if there isn’t a goal within the first half and to be honest sometimes I’m more interested in trying to spot someone wearing bright orange football boots (FYI so far at least one person in each match I’ve watched has worn a pair) but nevertheless even though I’m somewhat football-naive I enjoy it and it would appear that others enjoy my take on it as well!

Since being back in London I’ve been to a few West Ham matches at Upton Park. I’ll be honest it’s no Old Trafford. But then again Old Trafford doesn’t offer bubbles. The bubbles are a LOT of fun. As is the irony of seeing thousands of stereotypically bald, muscular, tattooed, cockney men singing about blowing them (big bunch of girls if you ask me!) Unlike all of the burly guys who fill the stands, I will never wear a West Ham shirt. However I do like it when they win. I think I mainly just enjoy watching a football match live and in person, instead of on the television.

Having said that, last night I watched a match on the TV (the biggest TV I’ve ever seen in my life, nonetheless) that match being Chelsea v Barca, obviously. However unlike usual when I’m watching with my family or close friends, last night I was in the company of a well known and respected footballer. I embarrassingly forgot about the company I was in and started commentating in my own, some-what “unique” way. When asked “Em, what do you make of Barca’s techniques?” “Errrm, I’m not sure but I like that guy’s boots.” I replied. “Oh.” I sensed that this wasn’t the response he was hoping for, but thankfully his wife agreed with me and the conversation took a brief detour to talk about shoes... That was until Barca nearly scored and we got a close up on Chelsea’s goal keeper, Cech. “Why is he wearing a swimming hat?” I asked out loud. Oh Goodness Emma, learn to think before you speak, please. Luckily for me the room burst into laughter. Phew.

I also passed comments on how the Barcelona team sat on the bench looked like a swarm of bees, how Drogba was wearing orange boots (I told you every team has a pair) and how Messi shouldn’t have opted for wearing a high-neck thermal top as it made his head look really rectangular. Thankfully for me my comments fell onto kind, forgiving ears and I wasn’t told to shut up. Anything but in fact, I was actually invited round to watch other matches “whenever I wanted” which is an invitation I will gladly accept (and one that has nothing to do with the fact that my glass of LPR kept being topped up without me asking!)

So basically yep I like football. Actually no correction: I like watching football. There is no way you’d ever catch me running around a field around a leather ball in football boots. The closest thing I’d get to wearing a pair of those would be my wedges high-tops, and they are way nicer. So anyway, there we have it a blog all about how I enjoy football, I bet the majority of you never saw that one coming… but fear not my main passion will always be celebrity gossip. It’s true what they say: something’s never change! Talking of which have you heard the rumours that surfaced last night about how Katy Perry may be a judge on the UK X Factor - how amaze would that be?! AND obvs Britney on the USA version – I am beyond jealous.

Oh and FYI last night I also came to the conclusion that Drogba would be quite a good gymnast as he spent most of the match dramatically diving, getting his body into all kinds of shapes and then rolling around on the floor. Oh and if you didn't watch the game yourself please see the picture above for evidence. Lols!