It is reported that insurance claims for damaged televisions increased eight-fold during the World Cup.
Most people like to watch football,
They go to matches but not all,
And when it’s time for the World Cup,
Most stay at home with beer to sup.
They watch, of course, on their TV,
Of violence that can be free,
But as they sit and watch the game,
Some start behaving much the same,
As if they were there in the ground,
With more spectators all around.
At first it’s shouting, “Ref, you’re blind!”
Ref doesn’t hear so doesn’t mind,
But then the shouting gets more terse,
Employing language even worse.
Of course, it still has no effect,
So fans with not much intellect,
Start waving, jumping in despair,
And wrecking what’s left of their chair.
But then a few who have a ball,
(One for the foot, not in a hall)
Think that if they can now take aim
At goal they might improve the game.
They line it up, the net appears –
You know this will all end in tears –
And then they kick, the screen goes smash,
Transformed into a pile of trash.
“You stupid fool!” The others shout,
“Must you be such a friggin’ lout?!
You and your stupid friggin’ ball,
Now we can’t watch the match at all!”
A conference does now ensue,
To try decide what’s best to do,
But quite the best that they can think,
Is finish off the food and drink,
And then try on some future day,
The insurance to get to pay.
Insurance man might not be pleased,
When he hears how the person sneezed,
And momentary loss of control,
Gave what you might call an own goal.
So they’ll just have to tough it out,
Not admit one of them’s a lout,
And, probably, though none can tell,
Embellish it a bit as well.
So long term? Might not be too bad,
Because the TV that they had,
Is likely then to be replaced,
To fill the room’s now empty space.
But in the short term, they are stuffed,
And mostly not at all best chuffed,
’Cos they’ll see no World Cup, it’s true,
Until round twenty twenty-two!
Image – Danilo Borges/copa2014.gov.br Licença Creative Commons Atribuição 3.0 Brasil