Football Crazy

"Gooooooooooooal!" he screamed.

"Shush! The old bastard might come up and scold us again!" she said with annoyance.

"Who cares?" he said, "if he does, I'll fuck him up!"

She just rolled her eyes. She loved football but she tried to control herself whenever she was watching the game. She looked at him and went to the kitchen.

As predicted, someone came banging at the door. She told herself not to go to the door and let him go and face the old bastard.

"Why were you screaming, ha?" asked this grumpy looking old man in his 50s with white balding hair. "Open up!"

"Uncle, I was just watching the game." as he opened up the door for the old bastard, who walked in with his arm folded.

"I know. You scream goal so loud just now."

"Sorry, Uncle."

"She watched from the kitchen then decided to do the dishes."

She heard the old bastard screaming at her husband, who spoke so gently back at him. It took her awhile to ignore them but eventually she did.

Moments later, she realised, she heard the door closing and there were total silence but only heard the commentators commenting about the game.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She realised it wasn't her husband's voice. She looked from the kitchen and saw the short grumpy old man in his 50s sitting next to her husband, who was upset because the opposing team scored a goal.