My Dad's sister Iris couldn't get it in her head that men loved football and that they could be so passionate about it. Oh, and woe betide any woman that said she liked football. Iris would glare with astounding bewilderment that defied description. I tried to explain, but it never worked. I gave up and just laughed. "Kicking a bag of wind" (all the non-believers use this term) was so alien to her. How do you explain that feeling, that allure, that...