I don’t know what is wrong with me but it appears that I am going to watch a second match from the World Cup tonight, which is probably the most from one tournament that I’ve seen since 1982. England versus Uruguay, and it may be the match that decides whether “football is coming home” is a victorious slogan or a gently ironic one about an early return from Brazil.
I have to confess that I’m not too fussed if England lose. What I want to see is exciting, skillful and sporting play. I want to see the ball passed up the field, intercepted and passed back down. I want to see attempts on the goal, even if the goalie saves it every time. What I don’t want to see is highly paid, grown men chasing after the ball like a pack of children or playing dirty or displaying more acting skills in rolling around on the floor than they can muster in football skills.
We’ll see. I know nothing about the Uruguayan team and not much more about the English one. Anyway, kick off in an hour, so time to start practising Orientales, la Patria o la Tumba!