As opposed to what kind of football exactly? its only even attention-drawing when and because it gets downright appalling. I remember three things about football:
Its played in teams.
A ball is kicked into goals.
So are the faces of the opposing team members if some cunt thinks nobody will catch them stamping on their opponent's face. (not joking either, its one of the few memorable things about it, not in a good way either, stamping on opposition player's heads, sometimes repeatedly, kicking them in god knows what other bits and where god wishes he didn't)
That and one other thing. A forced outing to a football game in my first spesh school, which actually turned out, unlike others of their kind forced on us, where everybody started chanting 'REFEREES A WANKER! REFEREES A WANKER! REFEREES A WANKER!' to the mortification of the teachers and classroom assistants, just the way they had to sit there and put up with it was funny enough. And then it just degenerated into a howling, screaming, hooting tirade of abuse. No idea what he did, I wasn't paying the least attention, just waiting for this so called 'treat' to be over, wanting nothing better than either to be at home, or better, in the company of a certain LFA chick with one hell of a...well...if cute was a bodily organ, she'd be born with three of 'em. And for some reason, both uncanny, and good, she hasn't aged a second since I left the school, seen her since, looks, sounds, moves, everything, its like experiencing a psychic flashback, meeting her. A damn fine one, but still, its kinda...you look..look away a moment, blink as you look back, rub your eyes and think 'fuck ME...how in the...' before even your inner voice fails you completely. Weird as hell. I'd LOVE to study her in the lab, or, rather, cell lines, genetics, the girl herself, I'd just love to take out to dinner and hook up with, since I had a HUGE thing for her in school, and after meeting up with her again a few years back, found I still do. Not that it surprised me that I did, but the near complete lack of aging, I've seen young-remaining autie (girls, almost exclusively, which at least would tell me where to look first, in case its X-linked) folk before, and that would be my ideal study group, but I've never, ever seen the likes of this girl before, not even close, aside from her brother, the one guy I know of that has shown the phenomenon.
If I could bottle that, insert it into a CRISPr-CaS9 vector.....oh damn. I'd be rich as hell. Well, we would, since of course, I'd cut her in the profits. Even better if it'd turn someone classic autie along with it. Who wouldn't want to go to sleep 30something and wake up 12 and autie. Or if not 30, then 70 etc. Human reset button, with added Kanner's autie. Now try and tell me THAT wouldn't make the inventor so rich, he would have £100 notes printed and made into bog roll, if he were a vulgar bastard, at least. (I personally couldn't stand to be seen dead with the likes, well, the money, I'd be glad of, but I sure wouldn't do something so NTishly ostentatious. It'd be the polar opposite. Wake up NT and with the looks of an cider-swilling cheap curry-bloated chav :spazz: