We´re all mad here

No way you may call me a soccer-geek! I do watch it on TV every now and again, but I do not know the rules, I do not favour a nation or a player, nor did I ever keep my fingers crossed for a team. So I sat down next to hubby on Saturday, grabbing a handful of mini-pretzels, to watch the final ot the Champions League- and stopped dead in my tracks. No, it was no sudden catching fire for a player, quite the contrary: a sudden aversion for the pin-up boy on the playing field, Christiano Ronaldo. I was baffled. Of course I had seen pictures of him before and never ever had mixed feelings about him, so why the sudden dislike? The always well-groomed hair? The way he grimaced, the way he grinned? He reminded me of someone, but I was not able to put my finger on who it was. So I checked out before hubby was annoyed by spiteful comments on my part ( I know, not a nice trait, unfortunately I´m pretty good at it when irritated). Epiphanic realization came next day, when daughter mine, though fifteen, watched Lazy Town on the children´s channel. I never did stand Robbie Rotten!