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British friend Oliver Davies was bloody chuffed for the invite to watch America’s big gridiron game on the telly at friend’s Super Bowl watch party.
“Ay ref, mate, are you taking the piss?” Davies shouted incredulously at the TV after the ref called a pass interference against the Chiefs, despite the fact that Davies had no clue what a pass interference was. “Mate, how about you open your fucking eyes and take a gander! Rubbish, innit? Who employs these total muppets?”
“Anyone need another bevvy? I need to get plastered tonight,” remarked Davies at halftime, who did not follow anything that went on in the prior two quarters of the game. “I’d be gobsmacked if that Mahomes lad doesn’t help the Chiefs bag a win tonight. I’d put 100 quid on it.”
“Fellas, I got to tell you, I find it proper mad that you guys call this football,” commented Davies, who didn’t grow up playing this version of football back home in Newcastle upon Tyne, England. “These blokes on the telly are playing a gridiron game. American football, sure. But this isn’t football. You Americans nicked the name. Total bollocks.”
At press time, an American friend was going to tell Davies how much they loved Ted Lasso.
