For those of you who don't know a couple of us Kankas have become old and conservative and have started thinking about our health. Yep, Spine, French Kanka Hande and myself have given up smoking. Early days yet, only a week so far, but what I can say is thank God for nicotine patches.
Despite the perceived wisdom, the most difficult situation a "quitter" can find him/herself in is not a smokey bar with Sir Eski Kanka blowing smoke in your face, a situation I got through on Sunday night with no worries at all, but instead at the football - especially just after the referee refuses to give the most blatant penalty!
Some of you may remember a post I wrote way back in the early days of the blog (in March 2006) I wrote of a proposed ban on smoking in stadiums. The issue is back on the agenda at the moment, although I can't arsed to figure out the details.
Anyway, the post was picked up by a blog called The Global Game (a great site that looks at all sorts of side-issues of the game) which put my post through the spellchecker thingo, something I really should learn how to use at some stage, cherry-picked the best bits and in general wrote a much better story. The links back to this blog resulted at the time in quite a big spike in the numbers of people reading the blog, not surprising as in those days the blog was pretty much just read by Sir Eski and myself.
The Global Game have revisited the story of cigarettes in football looking at the recent piece in The Guardian by goalkeeper David James and his battles to give up the habit.
They ended the piece with a line taken from my very own post from more than two years ago.
One of the best expositions of the end of the era of fans’ disgruntled toking is that posted in 2006 at The Round Ball in Ankara (“Civilization Going to Pot,” 5 Mar 06): “I admit that even I would feel a bit guilty having a smoke in a maternity ward (at least if you couldn’t open a window) but at the football!”
Pretty cool if I say so myself. Hassle now is that I feel like a smoke.