Monday 16 July 2018

Soccer Detox.

Another world cup come and gone...

A month of watching matches almost on a daily basis does set the start of a habit. It only takes twenty one days of repeats to ingrain a habit. All well and good, but how to satiate the thirst for more games? World cup caliber ones?

For the last few hours I have been reminiscing about the good times of these last four weeks, those times at the start of the first game of the day, snack at hand and no work to be done. A repast from daily life, a chance to float abroad, observe extremely happy fans and see the best of the best kicking a ball if not each other. What more could one want...

The final yesterday was brilliant, breathtaking and nail biting all in one. Both sides played in a manner to keep us glued sans toilet breaks lest we miss a goal although, somehow I found out today that there were three streakers? Where was I at that crucial moment?.

One side had to lose and the Croatian team handled it with dignity and character. Their president, in fact, both team's presidents did their nations and national teams proud. Enthusiasm without bounds. To witness their sheer joy was priceless and, honestly, when was the last time we saw a head of state grin from ear to ear nonstop? Yesterday was a great reminder that our elected politicians are mere human after all even if some of them have forgotten it.

Well done to France for winning this world cup. Viva La France.

Biggi

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