As I write this, a few matches have been played and so far, it’s a mixed bag of yawners and semi-crackers. One thing everyone has somewhat agreed is this: the Vuvuzela is the most annoying thing at the World Cup. Ever.
Anyway, those who know me would know that my undivided support is for England. Yes, boring choice, bla bla bla... But, so what? I mean, instead of being a poseur and declare my support for a team I hardly know about just to sound cool, picking England is just natural for someone who’s been watching the English game since the days of “Big League Soccer”.
I know, I know… they’ve not won anything since 1966, but that’s called being a real FAN. Heartbreaks are part of the deal. Yes, you have the choice to switch support to a different team but then, that would be called a "sham".
But back to those heartbreaks, England have supplied plenty when it comes to the World Cup. The biggest was of course in 1986 when they got dumped out of the quarterfinals by Argentina. It wasn’t all their fault tho as we all know how Maradona used his hand to score that first goal, which immediately sowed the deepest of hatred in me for the man and his team.
But I remember after England lost that game, I wanted to quit school. For real! I knew the taunts from my classmates would be too much to bear. So I wanted to leave school and become a musician. If that’s not hardcore, I don’t know what is lah.
Then there was Italy in 1990. A great team that was, with the likes of Gascoigne, Lineker and Barnes in the side. But after doing well to reach the semis, they lost out to Germany in a penalty shoot-out.
I didn’t want to quit school then, but I did want to burn my whole Star Wars collection out of frustration, which I didn’t. Phew!
So this year, England are “favourites” again and there are plenty out there who believe that this generation of players will finally bring back the Cup for the Queen. Including me.
But I am preparing some old stuff to burn. Just in case.
Enjoy the World Cup, peeps!