So, you want to play football. Or soccer. Call it what you like, but there are obstacles to overcome. Take the town of Hellisanður, for example. Just finding a football pitch is a challenge.
You’re liable to throw a hoof, too.
Well, no point in crying the blues. Stop thinking about the volcano. Easy, boys.
It’s time to roll up the wool sweater and start looking. Football waits for no lava lump.
Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it. Tucked away out of the wind, with a view from the pulpit.
On some days, I tell ya, you don’t need an opposing team. You’re playing against 35 metre per second winds off of the North Atlantic and the monsters that throws up onto the shore.
But, wait, what’s this…
A crowd, actually.
Every error is mourned naturally, without holding back.
Every victory is cheered, wildly.It’s not a game. It’s a world.
It’s not just played with a ball. It’s multi-dimensional. It knits together the dimensions. It’s shared.
Just stop thinking about the volcano.
Ladies and gentlemen, Elvish has left the house….
But watch out for the trolls. They’re never far behind.