dedalus Posted June 30, 2014 Share Posted June 30, 2014 My life is becoming deranged, not totally, but bad enough: our 1 am is 1700 GMT and 1 pm in Brazil. Up at 1 am for the first match, which is (A) against (B): Who? Whom? Wha'? Not a speck of interest, very sorry lads; so it's back to bed, up again at 4. Plus, sometimes I can’t find the channel on Satellite Direct … and so end up with Wimbledon or blathering talking heads and go nuts: 3500 channels to choose from, and most of them not responding, all in the good ol’ Internet Way. I believe I’m fond of football, in a polite and smiling sort of manner, unless Ireland is playing, a time to go mildly berserk along with the rest of my rabid countrymen, with our shamrocks, paint, and weird feckin hats, which is basically what you do when the Lads are playing, in any stadium, any-fuckin-where: wall-to-wall green jerseys, and a rolling chorus of ‘The Fields of Athenry’. Nationalism? Sorry? Dunno, pal, you just grow up with it. It's a love, I think, of the beautiful game in the only way most people know. This year ? (Finally, I hear you say) I admire the Dutch and want to see them battle against Germany – Celtic/ Rangers - and litter the field, as always, with Yellow Cards, but no European team will win. I support the gutsy Americans, and those classy boys from Costa Rica, and I like Argentina and Lionel Messi, but none of these teams will win. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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