sharing a tv

We are trapped in the one warm room of the house (boiler STILL not fixed).

"What's on then?" I enquire.

Antony is incapable of answering, eyes glued to the screen. There are some men kicking a ball around a pitch. He is transfixed.

"Oh, this looks fun."

Sensing my sarcasm Antony responds "it's looking like a really good game, real end to end stuff."

"Well, if it's real end to end stuff that changes everything, it's bound to be right up my street...."