feeling listless

Commuter Tales There was no one to cheer with on the empty train this morning when Michael Owen scored. Even though I threw my arms in the air, without the semblence of a crowd the mouth refused to make a sound. An older woman sitting nearby looked up from her Joanna Trollope novel, adjusted her glasses.
"Oh are England playing?"
There was no one to comiserate with on the slightly fuller train when Brazil equalised. My words fell on deaf ears.
"Brazil have equalised."
When the final goal went in as I walked up to work, I simply turned by radio off and put it in my bag.
"I hate football."