Things I’ve learned from World Cup 2010
My chum Ladyblablahs blogged about the fact that her World Cup is not running over which put me to pondering…
Vuvuzelas and cat bells have a similar function. The vuvuzela may end up being the lasting legacy of this year’s outing. It’ll go on the souvenir shelf with the WAGs, Four Lions, Beckham’s grumpy kicking thing and Ally’s Army. I’ve heard one in the flesh and they’re very noisy and I really wouldn’t want the lady next door to take it up as a hobby, but actually I quite like them. It tells me when there’s a game on and that someone’s watching it. From a distance it’s a little like a few bees going at a lilac tree.
Passion is what’s missing. Apparently. England were a bit rubbish on Friday night although they didn’t lose. Which in Scotland is something of a victory (ducks and hides under desk). It seems everyone who understands these things agreed they lacked passion. They couldn’t possibly mean that some of the country’s top sportsmen went out in front of the world to play a really important game and didn’t try very hard, did they? Mebbe it’s Nick Clegg’s fault too.
Thierry Henry might have va-va-voom but he doesn’t have any friends in Ireland. Seemingly, he got his national team into the tournament by cheating in a game against Ireland. Shocking, but still VVV.
The fans are going through it with Rooney et al too. The Panther of News loves his football and, naturally, has been following his country’s team. As he left to watch Friday’s game at a pal’s house, he gulped, drew himself tall and said: “Wish me luck.” Duly mustered he marched forward.
Anyone But England seems a little more moderate this year. Or perhaps I just don’t get out much. I wrote about the peculiarity of being an Englishwoman in Scotland when these national events come round. However, this year, it’s been fine. I wonder what’ll happen tomorrow though.
For me the World Cup has been a colourful and amusing distraction: I watched the dung beetle at the opening ceremony, wrote about WAGs, followed it from afar (or online). I didn’t think I cared, but I hope tomorrow doesn’t mean a trip to the airport for the England squad.