Brazil, you say? They know how to play football over there, don't they? But it's a long way for one so middle aged as I to travel.

So instead, I shall slouch into my leather armchair and view the tournament from this side of the Atlantic. I shall try and watch every game and will definitely make wildly inaccurate predictions too.

I do solemnly vow to give you a real sense of what it's like to not be at the World Cup. This is the blog where all the colour and atmosphere and passion of watching the world's greatest sporting tournament on a wall mounted widescreen really comes to life.

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Argentina 1-0 Iran

It's still nil nil.  It's still nil nil. Errr, it's still nil nil. While engaged in some outdoors house chores I regularly checked on progress here, expecting it to be heavily one-sided in favour of my tips to win this thing. But every time it was still nil nil. Until until. That man upon whom so much relies cuts in, lines up and let's loose from the edge of the box. An incredible curl. A despairing dive. A nation's jubilation.