Tifino...

This isn't the first time on here that I've admitted that I don't know anything about sport. In fact it wouldn't be too great a stretch of the imagination to say I don't even know that much.

For some reason this evening, the young lad on the supermarket checkout wouldn't take my word for it as he tried to engage me in conversation:

Him: Do you need any help packing?
Me: No I'll be fine thanks
Him: So who do you think will be the next England coach?
Me: To be honest, I've no idea. Although it probably won't be me...
Him: I think I could do it. I'd have a good go for the money.
Me: Yeah, I know nothing about football but might qualify for a 1/4 million pay off
Him: So you must have someone pegged for favourite?
Me: No really, I've no idea, I don't really follow football at all
Him: So who do you support in the premiership then?

How many clues did I have to give? There's a lot to be said for self service checkouts...