This evening we finally used one of James’s Christmas presents and went to watch the football. I’ve touched upon how much I enjoy watching sports here and here, but football has been my favourite so far – the atmosphere is second to none. We’ve seen Eintracht Frankfurt play a couple of times before and we’ve both loved it, so it was an easy choice for a Christmas present from my Gran.
I wanted my new thing to be football related, but I wasn’t sure what, until I noticed I had whistle with my fingers on there: this was the perfect time to try it.
After viewing a couple of Youtube videos, I soon realised this wasn’t going to be that easy. There were two different methods: one-handed/two fingers, and two-handed/four fingers. I have to say I tried both and struggled with each style. The one-handed/two fingers approach seemed a bit more intuitive so I stuck with that one.
I tried for roughly an hour with varying success. The trick apparently is to roll your tongue, and stretch your lips over your teeth, something I can’t seem to do at the same time. A few breathy whistles came out, but nothing significant – the clock was ticking and the pressure was building. I decided to wait until my big moment at the football to try it again.
Thankfully (or not), the way Eintracht played, it wasn’t long before I had an opportunity to see if my practice had paid off.
It had not. Not a peep came out. I have to admit, I wasn’t in the least bit surprised. I always feel like I’m one whistle away from nailing it though, so today won’t be the last time I try it.
New Day, New Thing 