Well, we are into the World Cup – there have been some down moments (Robert Green, I am talking to you) and also some moments that I already have loved (Paraguay going 1-0 up against Italy made me chortle, and Henri appealing for handball, then swiftly thinking better of making a fuss, was another.)
But most of the talk has been about the Marmite of the football crowd instruments – the Vuvuzela. It seems you either love them or hate them.
I am on countdown. I simply love the World Cup. I like football a lot, but I am not crazy mad about it. But the World Cup really gives me goosebumps and I love the atmosphere it creates. There is nothing else like it. I know there are lots of ladies out there that are preparing to be widowed for a month, but I am not one of them. I am excited and nervous. And I already have my World Cup Wall Chart ready. Really I do. And a sweepstake for work.
Outside of the World Cup I struggle to find other nations leagues or internationals watchable. But during the World Cup I will watch as many matches as I can. Maybe that’s just weird. But it’s true.
My first full submersion into a World Cup was Mexico 1986. And I still maintain to this day that this was one of the best tournaments ever, certainly my favourite by far. Probably the nostalgia, but it really lit my football fire. I was also utterly in love with Gary Lineker. (Something I have definitely grown out of, I may add). Obviously ’86 will forever be known as Maradonna’s ‘Hand Of God’ cheating bastard handball goal, but for me, it was an introduction to a wonderful sporting tournament that I still love today.
