Football sulkers

I am going to digress slightly with this blog as there is only so much I can write about clock watching on a daily basis and I'm hoping someone can explain to me about what I am about to say.

Right, don't get me wrong, I like football. I can appreciate the skill of Ronaldo, Beckham and Messi. (I appreciate the fit bodies more but I digress!) What I am trying to say is I have watched my fair share of football matches, I’ve cheered Wales on (without much success) at the Millennium Stadium, and I have even tried my hand at match reporting and I reckon I could blag my way through explaining the offside rule. I can understand the obsession men have with the game, oogling over sweaty men in tight shirts and shorts for 90 minutes is obviously quite appealing, who could blame them? But what I don’t understand is why grown men need to sulk over a game of football?

Alex Ferguson throws his toys out the pram when a decision doesn't go his way. Wayne Rooney swears into a camera or whacks someone in the face when he feels like it because he can't control his temper or cope with a bad result. England's World Cup performance was diabolical because they were all sulking about sleeping with each others wives and girlfriends and prostitutes in between.

They earn a shed load of money doing what they love (which in reality is kicking a ball round a field) and something most boys only dream about doing. Yet they still can't refrain themselves from sulking or having a face like a slapped arse.
But its not just these over paid numpties that sulk. I am not going to name and shame but over the last couple of weeks I have noticed more and more of my nearest and dearest sulking over football, and I'm pretty sure I am not the only one in the world who notices.

One of them blamed his wife saying every time she watched Arsenal they lost and she was the reason and Arsenal's curse. (This was watching it in the comfort of her own home. It's not as if she was at the Emirates flashing all the Arsenal strikers putting them off.)An avid Liverpool fan was sulking and scowling at the tv and was about to make a long journey back to London fairly hairy if it wasn’t for a couple of goals that miraculously changed his mood.My head has been bitten off after Bangor City has lost and if Ipswich are conceding goals then someone else I know gets arsey.

I play netball every week. Granted I have renamed it losing Tuesday's as we have lost every game bar one in the last three seasons. But I don't sulk after every defeat and this is me actually losing week in week out not just a team I support.

I just don't understand the need to sulk. Yes they lost, get over it. Learn to deal with defeat gracefully. You are after all grown men.

So men, care to explain the need for sulking or can you please just get over it?