So, I’d been looking forward to this Girona vs Betis match for a while. Decided to make a bit of an evening of it, you know? Got myself settled in, snacks at the ready, the usual ritual. I was genuinely buzzing to see how this one would play out, always a bit of tension when these two meet, or at least that’s what I reckon.
My Grand Plan for Match Day
My plan was simple: kick back, enjoy the game, maybe shout at the TV a bit. I even made sure all my chores were done beforehand, so no distractions. Or so I thought. The pre-match atmosphere, even just watching the build-up on screen, got me properly hyped. I was thinking, this is gonna be a good one, I can feel it. I really wanted Girona to put on a show, always liked their style of play when they’re on form.
The game started, and it was pretty much end-to-end stuff for a bit. Both teams had their chances. I remember jumping up when Girona nearly scored in the first half – heart in my mouth, that was! Betis, to be fair, weren’t just there to make up the numbers; they gave as good as they got. It was one of those games where you don’t really want to blink.
The Real Reason This Game Sticks Out
But here’s the thing, the real reason this particular Girona vs Betis game is etched in my memory isn’t just about the football, good as it was. Nah, it’s because I had this brilliant idea – or so I thought at the time – to simultaneously try and teach my old dog, Buster, a new trick. A really complicated one. While watching a high-stakes football match. Genius, right?
So there I am, one eye on the screen, trying to follow the intricate passing moves, the offside traps, the ref’s dodgy calls. And with the other, metaphorically speaking, I’m trying to get Buster to roll over and play dead using a new clicker method I saw online. Here’s how that “practice” went:
- Every time Girona got into a promising attacking position, Buster would decide that was the perfect moment to just stare blankly at the treat in my hand.
- When Betis launched a counter-attack, and my nerves were shot, I’d accidentally click the clicker at the wrong time, confusing the poor mutt even more.
- There was one VAR check, felt like it took forever. I thought, “Okay, perfect, a solid few minutes to focus on Buster.” He just wandered off to find a comfier spot to ignore me from.
- And the crowning glory? Just as the commentator was screaming about a potential penalty, Buster finally, finally attempted something that vaguely resembled the trick, but he did it with such a sad, bewildered look that I just burst out laughing and missed the replay of the foul.
So, yeah. The game itself was a rollercoaster, lots of “oohs” and “aahs,” and some proper nail-biting moments. But my main takeaway? Trying to combine intense football viewing with ambitious dog training is a recipe for… well, an interesting evening, let’s call it. I didn’t get much “practice” done on the dog training front, and I probably missed a few crucial game nuances too. Lesson learned: some things just deserve your full attention. Maybe next time, Buster just gets to chill on the sofa with me, no new tricks involved during a big match.
