Quote Originally Posted by ValkyrieAg
Can someone explain to me (american) what is the point of soccer?

Kick chase kick chase...score on occasion.

Then they have a penalty kick...which is stupid. Its hard enough to make a fuckin goal, and you want to give one away?

If i was a soccer player, and I ran 5 miles while I was on the field....then lost by a penalty kick.....

I'd say fuck that pointless game.
Were you the one that was always picked last in gym class?

Lol, o/j mate. People like it because its a challenge. Some people thrive on challenges, and its a battle of skill (by the players) and tactics (by the managers). Its a simple(ish) game to play, but because its a worldwide game, its very popular. It keeps you within good level of fitness, and also passes time. It induces a team spirit, and if you are really good, you can go ahead and make money from it.

I noticed somebody mentioned something about racism, and racism has NO place in football at all, its disgusting. However, listen to this, its a spin-off from bananas on the pitch:

A good few years ago now, there was a well known clown that used to play footballl, Paul Gascoigne. Anyway, he was better than David Beckham in his prime. But he had a reputation for being a bit of a jooker. If you knoow anything about him, you will know that in a match between Spurs and Wimbledon, a footballer called Vinny Jones (yes he has had a stint doing acting and was in a film called Lock Stock). Anyway, during the match, Vinny was photographed grabbing hold of Gazza's balls, and the comical expressin of pain on Gazza's face was funny.

However, Gazza being Gazza, couldn't let it lie. A few days later, he sent something to Vinny in the mail. I can't remember exactly what it was, but i am thinking it was a toilet plunger and some chocolates, and no love was lost between them.

The story i want to mention originally was the fact at one game Gazza was playing, the opposition fans decided they would all through Mars Bars on the pitch at him, as he had a bit of a reputation for being a fat bastard. What did he go and do, to make light of the situation? He simply picked a Mars Bar up off the floor, unwrapped it, and started eating, to the fans delights. The whole place was in stitches.

I have long since lost the original point I was making, but there are some really funny, good stories included in football, as well as some tragedies, which include Hillsbrough. May all the poor souls that lost their lives that day rest in peace.