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A foreigner
in Stavanger,
Norway...
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Stavanger Aftenblad
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It is easy to spot an Englishman at a party.
He is the one in the corner, talking about football.
It is preferable – though not essential – that there is
someone else there as well.
Yet at a party at the Stavanger boat club the
other day, I managed to find a Norwegian who appeared to be as obsessed as me. We ended up talking football. But we weren’t discussing Manchester
United, Arsenal or Chelsea. We weren’t even talking
Tottenham. We were talking Norwich City. More
specifically, we were talking about Norwich City,
when they were last in the English Premier League.
In 2005.
It goes to show that Norwegians can be just as
fanatical about sport as us English. But there is one
important distinction: While Stig coaches a team
of five and six year olds at the local football club,
the closest I get to actually playing the game is
accidentally dropping an orange on my foot.
Or to put it another way: While the English like
to talk, Norwegians like to do. How else, when
you have a population of just 150 people, can you
explain the success of Norwegian sportsmen?
Last month alone saw a World Cup victory for the
national women’s handball team. And there are
few things more exhilarating than watching Petter
Northug as he prepares to pass the leader in the
last kilometre of a cross country ski.
Us English, meanwhile, talk so much about sport
that we run out of things to say. After that, the only
way to avoid actually playing, is to make up a new
sport altogether. This, we reason, is a good way to
guarantee that we will be the best. Unfortunately,
no sooner have we invented a new sport, than ungrateful other nations come along and beat us at it.
So despite having invented rugby, New Zealand,
Australia and South Africa all have better records.
We invented football. Step forward Spain, Italy,
Germany, France, Brazil and Argentina. In fact
(though nothing has ever made my Norwegian wife
more angry) one of Britain’s most distinguished
journalists, Jeremy Paxman, even claimed in a
recent book that an Englishman invented skiing.
So when my four-year-old son put on his first pair
of slalom skis the other day and began sliding down
a gentle slope, it didn’t take long for me to begin
day dreaming about a future for him in professional sport. His speed down the piste and graceful,
skidding stop just before he knocked down a family
of picnicking Norwegians, was about the most
amazing thing I have ever seen.
But I have to admit I am a little biased. While I
imagine him as Bjørn Dæhlie, there is every chance
he could turn out like Eddie “the Eagle” Edwards.
So which sport to choose?
Tennis? He might already be too old. Golf? He
might never be old enough. Football? It’s hard to
say.
Football is a game, after all, which seems to
attract objectionable characters. So of course, I
would love my boy to play for West Ham. I just don’t
think I could bear for him to become as offensive as
Wayne Rooney or – God forbid – John Arne Riise.
But maybe I am asking the wrong question.
Since I am a Brit and his mother is Norwegian,
rather than ask which sport, perhaps I should be
asking which country. After all, at just four years
old, he’s probably already Norway’s best cricketer.