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Right, listen up, ye lucky so-and-sos. Montana State football is gracing the telly this very day, which means the entire island of Ireland has suddenly developed a fierce, undying passion for American college gridiron. Grand. Now, I'll be honest with ye β I know roughly as much about the forward pass as I do about the contents of my grandmother's hot press, but that has never once stopped me from roaring abuse at a screen full of lads in helmets. So whether yous are dyeing your beard Bobcat blue or you just wandered in for the half-time snacks, stick the kettle on, park yourself on the couch, and prepare for an afternoon of pure, glorious chaos.
Now, before ye ask β yes, I have somehow landed on a photograph of a tropical flower in the middle of a Montana State football preview. Don't worry about it, sure look, these things happen when you're three pints deep before the pre-game show. Doesn't that Dillenia indica look exactly like the Bobcats' red-zone offense? All those glorious, mad-as-a-box-of-frogs stamens jutting out in every direction, like the lads trying to remember the play call. It's a stunner, to be fair β like a firework that's had a few too many β and it bears a striking resemblance to the state of the couch after the in-laws leave. The white petals would put ye in mind of the snow that's probably falling on Bozeman as we speak, and the bundle of anxious-looking yellow bits in the centre? That's the offensive line realising the quarterback audibled again.
Anyway, the big match itself. Find the remote, because I guarantee ye it's down the side of the sofa cushion, and get yourself sorted. Montana State are out there today doing what they do best: running the ball like fellas escaping a wedding they weren't invited to. There'll be tackles that'd rattle yer teeth, celebrations that involve far too much pointing, and a commentator who'll say "physicality" roughly four hundred times before the final whistle. It's brilliant craic entirely, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Here's the plan, so. One: acquire Tayto and a decent dip before kick-off, because American ad breaks are long enough for you to cook a full Sunday dinner in. Two: adopt a player. Pick the biggest yoke on the field, give him a ridiculous name like "Big Larry the Boundary Basher," and claim him as yer own man. Three: embrace the confusion. When the referee throws a yellow flag, gasp dramatically and blame the referee's mother. When there's a turnover, shout "ah here, that's desperate!" even if it went in your team's favour. That's the secret to enjoying Montana State on the telly today β nobody at home knows the rules either, so you'll fit in grand. Enjoy the match, and God help the neighbours when the final whistle goes.