The beautiful game?

I decide not to watch it as a timid act of defiance, so I force myself to read a book instead. But then the chapter ends and the remote calls me, gives me a sly wink and say 'go on, just for a minute, what harm will it do?'. So my resolve crumbles and I turn it on, just to check the score of course. And then I revert to type, asking myself approximately 70 minutes later the only possible question, why? Is it the unusual atmosphere, the lack of pissed people surrounding me, is it the hot weather that keeps my fan on overdrive? Or am I just restless for something to happen, something, anything?