I am not a football fan. I do like sport (some sport, well OK just the one ... NFL), but football as played here in England is not the game for me. But at the moment, the whole country seems to have gone mad over it.
It began last week. Lots of surprisingly clean looking red and white flags started appearing draped out of houses, flying on the occasional flagpole and attached to cars. Then the drivel (sorry, "build-up") began in the media, with far too much information about the venues all over the news. Then I received an email from one of my bead suppliers, telling me that the "trending item" was wristbands woven out of rubber bands in World Cup team colours. OK, I thought, tenuous, but you have to promote your wares somehow...
It got worse. Every time I turn on the news channel, there is a picture of that beach in Rio, with someone drivelling on. My daughter (19, no previous interest in football) has watched at least two matches so far. I'm not as concerned as I might be though, she did say that she was more interested in the players' .. um .. physiques (or at least specific aspects thereof that we definitely don't need to go into).
And then, this afternoon, the final straw. I threw open the windows (it's hot here - well what passes for hot in deepest Derbyshire). The first conversation I heard - the people round here shout in the street a lot - you guessed, it was all about the England game last night. On a plus side, one of the people taking part in the conversation admitted to having gone to bed at half time because it was boring.
How many more days of this? Will it be better or worse if England crash out ignominiously after the first bit (group stages?). Thank goodness it's only once every 4 years. Maybe I could bribe FIFA to make it every 8 years?
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