The sport I love watching but have never played is Formula One motor racing. I'm a secondary school maths teacher in Cairo, so I'm about as far from a racing driver as you can get, and I don't even drive very fast on the ring road.
I started watching about eight years ago, when I was at university. My roommate Karim was obsessed with it, and every second Sunday he'd take over the television in our flat. At first I complained, because to me it just looked like cars going round in circles. But one race, he sat me down and explained the strategy, like when teams decide to change tyres and how the weather changes everything, and suddenly it became fascinating.
These days I watch nearly every race, usually on Sunday afternoons with my brother-in-law at his flat, where we argue loudly over strong tea and sunflower seeds. Sometimes, if a race is at a strange time because it's in Asia or the Americas, I watch the highlights the next morning before school, which requires a lot of effort not to see the result on my phone.
I enjoy it, I think, because it's like a chess game at high speed. As a maths teacher, I love the numbers, like lap times, fuel and tyre wear, and I find myself trying to predict when a team will make its move. There's also real drama. A race can be boring for an hour and then change completely in one corner. And honestly, the fact that I'll never do it makes it more exciting. I'm watching people do something I could never imagine, at speeds that would terrify me.