Did I mention that I'm not a huge football fan? Oh yes, all the time and it still stands. I wasn't particularly bothered that I couldn't get away from the office in time to watch the start of this afternoon's England match but I did get to listen to the first half in the car and enjoy the journey on unusually quiet roads. I have to say that the radio commentary was less than flattering of our team's performance and I didn't feel inspired to get my foot to the floor to get home any sooner.
Home by the end of the first half, I threw some ingredients together for tea and left them bubbling away whilst I superstitiously put on my England "home" shirt, turned on the box and perched in front of it with a cuppa. Yep, the radio commentary was pretty spot on and I was not witnessing a team who looked likely to pass the group stages let alone win the tournament. (That said, I thought Brazil put on a pretty lacklustre show against Croatia on Tuesday too).
Like most people I know, I've been getting pretty fed up of late with the constant jabbering on about Rooney's broken metatarsal and how the nation's hopes are resting on his speedy recovery (which incidentally seemed to pick up a pace quite remarkably in this last week). However, in my naive little world of football ignorance, I had no idea that his team mates were completely reliant on his recovery too.
From the moment he stepped over the sideline this afternoon, we changed from a piss-poor half-interested bunch to a team who believed they might actually achieve something; 34 minutes and two goals later they had done. England are through to the next round. Great I suppose, but why did they leave it so late to get their act together? Why should it all be down to one individual's mere presence let alone contribution?
As I keep saying, it's a good job I'm not in the slightest bit interested in football...
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But David Beckham is such a cutie-pie!
- Shawn-a-roni
He does nothing for me I'm afraid (wrong gender for starters!) but I know you're not alone in your opinion of him.
Nice to hear from a phonetic namesake by the way - thanks for dropping by!
Ian O grumbles: mmmm.........maybe it's a psychological thing? Just a thought.....don't care, where football is concerned, I'm the veggie at the barbecue, bacon sandwich at Jewish/ Muslim/ really dull Christian wedding..........., hang glider at a ski school/, person of musical taste at the elton john gig,............well, it makes certain friends of mine get excited, so it can't be all a bad thing, I suppose.......but, (Gets coat, shuffles into the night, muttering about the Clash, Damned, Ramones, Nick Drake, and " I met that Beki Bondage once,lovely girl...")
I have to say I couldn't understand all the excitement over the world cup until Thursday. Normally I avoid driving home down the A180 because of the huge queue at the roundabout coming back into town but I went straight over at both of them and shopping a little later in an empty Tesco was a joy.
I agree with Em. The empty roads and queue-free checkouts are the best bit about the world cup.
I quite like the sound of that Anonymous person, too. Great musical taste. Wonder if he knows anything about fossils.
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