Not so much the Football, it is Formula 1 in our house which drives me absolutely twitty. It is not just the race, it is the lead up to it and the interviews afterwards that he watches making it a tedious few hours for me, but hey ho, he loves it.
If I am not at work, then I take myself out so that I do not have to listen to the noise, the excited whooping, criticising, or jumping up and down on the sofa. Oh yes, and the constant noise of the cars themselves.
However, as soon as I get in ( assuming that the F1 has finished) he then starts to give me a running commentary of the whole race.
It does not matter if I want to read or indeed watch a film, he will talk over it.
What makes me laugh ( now anyway ) is his opening line which never ever varies.
"I don't want to bore you, but......................"
? ??
Bless him.