We have a fantasy football league going in the CoverGirl office and when asked at the beginning of the season whether I would like to take part, at first, I declined. Then I thought about it - it's no more than shopping for men - so, I decided, I could do that.
My tactics were simple, my goal keepers began with G, my midfielders with M, my defenders with B (not enough defenders' names began with D I'm afraid) and I had a rough mixture up front of Tevez, Torres and Jones.
I gave them the gaudiest kit I could, called them the "We're So Pretty" team and I thought I'd just leave them to get on with it and see what happened.
But then, other members of my family joined the league in thinly disguised attempts to beat me and it was decided, in the office, that we should each pay a league fee to facilitate a winner-takes-all prize fund. Now I find myself, frantically looking through the football sites to find out who my defenders will be defending against and judiciously poring through the players to see who would be a suitable transfer candidate.
In short - I'm hooked. It's almost fascinating me as much as women's car insurance. I did say, only almost.
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