One thing I was keen to do – health permitting – was to watch the local football team. When I was younger and lived in
Top-flight football in
Living in
The team itself plays fast attacking football with a bit of an English flavour – the coach, Frank Dumas, is a great admirer of English football and played briefly for Newcastle.
The home games are lively on the pitch, with far more goals than the average French first division game delivers. Their home form is less impressive – I went to one local derby and their performance was appalling, as usual.
The terraces are lively too. Each football club has at least one supporters group who make banners and flags and organise the chanting – creating a far better atmosphere in the ground than at most English matches.
It has been quite easy to get to know people at the football. I got in contact with the supporters group and they were surprised and intrigued that an English football fan wanted to come and support SM Caen.
I have been welcomed and introduced to people and through an appalling mixture of bad English and even worse French, we communicate. I’ve found out more about
Away from the football I have found that people don’t want to speak bad English to me and don’t particularly want to hear my bad French. This makes communication short and shallow.
However, with football fans we have something in common – football – and a need to talk about it and so my linguistic failings are forgiven, at least partially. Each time I am reminded to work hard on speaking better.


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