The FOOTBALL WIDOW
My mentor and partner, Doctor Fester completed his degree
in Clinical Psychology, and put his counselling skills to
good use by opening a special guidance service for couples
encountering marital difficulties. The following is the
transcript of a particularly distressing case that Fester
has made available to us, in order to bring a little known,
but nevertheless important social problem to the attention
of a wider public.
Dr Fester: Ah, hello. Please come in and sit down.
Now what seems to be the problem?
Wife: Oh Doctor, I hope you can help. My husband
here has developed an unhealthy obsession with non-League
football, especially this GM Vauxhall whatnot.
Dr F: I see. And when did this begin?
Wife: Well, it all started a couple of summers ago
when we were discussing what we should do for our holidays
that year. I asked him where he wanted to go and I thought
his reply was 'How do you fancy a week in Boston?' 'Lovely',
I thought and prepared myself for a nice break in the USA.
What he'd actually said was 'How do you fancy Leek and
Boston?' and we spent a week driving around all these grotty
football grounds in Staffordshire and Lincolnshire!
Dr F: Go on.
Wife: And then he started raving on about this
Vauxhall Conference all the time. Well, he's always been
interested in cars and at first I thought he wanted to go to
an exhibition that the manufacturer was putting on or
something. I soon found out how wrong I was about that,
however!
Dr F: Anything else?
Wife: I was cooking the dinner one Saturday and
couldn't find a light for the gas stove. I asked him 'Where
are the matches today?' and he replied 'Barrow, Bath,
Colchester, Gateshead, Kidderminster, Macclesfield, Runcorn,
Stafford, Telford, Wycombe and Yeovil!'
Dr F: Hmm! A full programme, I see.
Wife: Even our sex life has begun to suffer. The
other day I was changing the sheets and I found a pile of
glossy magazines under the mattress.
Dr F: What, Men Only, Fiesta, stuff
like that?
Wife: No. Team Talk. It was like he was
ashamed of them and was hiding them from me.
Dr F: Well, they aren't very well written, you
know!
Wife: So anyway, what I did was to buy a
pornographic book and I put it inside the cover of one of
these magazines.
Dr F: And what happened?
Wife: Well, that night when we were making love,
he started to whisper all sorts of strange things in my
ear.
Dr F: What sort of things?
Wife: Stuff like 'Altrincham, Metropolitan Police,
Baverstock, Vinny Jones!'
Dr F: Strange. But perhaps we should let your
husband explain what this means.
Hubby: Well, I found this magazine in my football
books and there was some article which said that lots of
women get really turned on if their partner talks dirty to
them while making love! So I thought I'd give it a go!
Wife: Do you see what I mean, Doctor? I'm so glad
I could talk to you. It's all been welling up inside of me
for ages now!
Hubby: Ah, Welling! I was there once. Bloody awful
game though, if I remember. Nil-nil draw, loadsa offsi...
(At this point the tape ends suddenly amid screaming and
what appears to be the sound of furniture being knocked
over).
This was a very sad case. The wife was suffering from the
paranoid delusion that her husband's perfectly normal and
healthy interest in our national sport was of obsessive
proportions. In fact, I considered his commitment a good
deal more promising for his all-round personal development
than his previous rather weird passion for cars. I
recommended that the wife immediately started a course of
aversion therapy beginning with mild exposure in the West
Lancashire League and gradually building up to the full
Conference treatment, with maybe the odd FA Cup tie against
League opposition as a bonus if the treatment was
particularly successful.
Originally 'Dr Fester's Casebook: The
Football Widow' in issue 008 - November 1991
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