World Cup
So is it World Cup fever or are we just sick of it? The World Cup in our house is pretty much a foregone conclusion, with two teenage boys and my husband I am outnumbered and yes, I am in the garden typing while they watch ITA play NZL. The score by the way is 1-1.
So I got to thinking, after England’s inept performance the other night, is Capello for the chop and will the ‘Back the Beard’ campaign finish with the whole of England looking a little stubbly and not the Grizzly Adams look alike James Corden was hoping for.
I can’t believe how our lives change and how they play the world cup tune. Dinner has to be ready by 7.30 pm for the start of the match and there are no more leisurely dinners in the conservatory with lively debate about our days at work and school. Its now just a constant ohhh… yes………aaah.. then after the match there’s the dissection with Gary Lineker in my opinion the best bit of eye candy all night. But do you know what; we have all seen this before and it doesn’t get any better a second time round.
They are blaming the weather, altitude, the manager but not the players with the exception of course of Robert Green who I think will find his world cup is over. So why are we so awful? Is it because we have a bunch of prima donnas that think they can do it alone, or is it the ball. Well let me tell you we did have a lively debate the other night about the ball. It started when Maicon for Brazil shot at goal or was it a cross? no one can really tell but the ball curved in to the net to every one’s surprise.
We started talking about the ball and its quirky qualities and the topic got to why only Germany had used the new ball in their league to practice prior to the World Cup. Of course it is all about sponsorship and money but I could not see why any England related World Cup games or friendlies could not use the new World Cup ball. Seeing I was losing the debate I turned off the footie and started to catch up with the Desperate Housewives a much more forgiving bunch. A ‘You cannot be serious’ cry went up from the crowd and they moved into the kitchen begrudgingly and I followed with ‘Don’t forget the dishwasher’ and harmony was restored, well in my world any way.
If I have to admit it, I am getting in to the regularity of the games and I am enjoying my book but I just feel that when it all ends we will wonder where the summer went and why we did not see any Wimbledon this year, which does start tomorrow Monday 21 June 2010. If you are wanting to get away from the World Cup why not book in to the Rembrandt Hotel and head off to Wimbledon for less debate on the balls and more on the shorts. Or better still come to Malvern and enjoy a wonder on the hills and take advantage of our body and sole offer.
