Infidels are we? At least our brand of football is more exciting than watching paint dry. YOUR brand of football, on the other hand, is more akin to a Chinese fire drill than a sporting event. No offense intended, Kyle. I understand you can't choose where you're born and you can't help it if you were indoctrinated with that mob rules "game" first. Speaking for myself, I'm delighted you finally made it here.

Oh and Football (soccer to the infidels) also runs a forward clock.

;-)

As Quintus Horatius Flaccus wrote in 23BCE in the Odes:

In the vernacular:

Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati.
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero

In English:

Don't ask (it's forbidden to know) what end
the gods will grant to me or you, Leuconoe. Don't play with Babylonian
fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be.
Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one
which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite
— be wise, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes
to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.