Football hates

 

John Konxville hates football. He hates the rules and he hates the players. They are “very stupid people” in his own words. They “don’t think”, thinks John. He don’t know the reasons of her repulsion to the game. He didn’t know any football player. Never.

Probably, his father was the problem. In his firsts years, when he was a child, Rober Konxville was an overwhelming presence in his life. He was a fanatic of the sport, seeing every game, every day. Talking about the results of each meeting and the perfomance of each team member. He was, too, an enshrined player at school, when he was young.

John keeps a lasting distance to his father. Since fiftenn years ago. Problems between them were very hard. His father was a violent man against his mother. That memory is still with him. He see a football game and can remeber that old fight. The memory is strong, resilient. It asaults her thoughts, lured by daze, by bewildertment. The game is her father hitting his mother. His don’t hate the competition.