So it's that time of the every-fourth-year again, when men's fancies turn to fantasies of England having GOOD luck, the Brazilians getting frustrated and red carded, and the Spanish going down on penalties.
We always wake up, of course. The trouble with the big build-up to the England World Cup campaign is not that it's unrealistic. When did sports fans start being realistic?! No, the trouble is what happens when England falls at the QF or (chance would be a fine thing) SF stage. Most of the country suddenly has to face the utter dreariness and meaninglessness of what passes for real life. The alcoholic high turns to a nasty hangover, and all the flags come down . . . literally and metaphorically.
Let's be clear about this: I am as much a victim of this quadrennial delusion as anyone else. I may see it for what it really is, but I am no less in its thrall for that.
Tomorrow England play the USA. As a native of the latter and a newly made citizen of the former, I have been struggling for weeks over which side I should support. But today that greatest invention of modern man - Twitter - delivered to me the answer to all my doubts: U.S. Vice President Joe Biden will be at the match rooting for the USA team. So now, proudly and without hesitation, I can say
C'MON ENGLAND!!!
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