“You got your Chelseas, your Fulhams and your QPRs”.
As he listed each one, he pushed down on his left thumb with his right forefinger. And each time he did that, she cringed a little bit more.
He didn’t even like football. He was just hanging on the notion that sport was a common ground that brought all males together.
“You got Accrington Stanley too, ain’t ya?”
He grinned. She shuddered.