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, 28 June 2014

Round Of 16: Colombia 2-0 Uruguay

Arise Sir James Rodriguez.

If you hadn't heard of him before this tournament, you will have now.

Frustratingly, his name sounds so very nearly English. But he's definitely Colombian, and his nation is definitely through to the Quarters, thanks in part to Sir James' cracking opener.

Kitted out almost exactly the same as the team they'll face in the Quarters, Colombia have looked a confident outfit all World Cup long.

Uruguay, shorn of their talisman lacked bite in more ways than one. It was almost as if they knew their World Cup was over as soon as Suarez bared his gnashers and kissed Chellini's shoulder.

I thought this would be closer, requiring of extra time. But Uruguay wanted out of there. Out of the spotlight.

Colombia advance to the Quarters for the first time in their history, and they richly deserve it.

And would it be such a shock if they defeated the Brazilians. It's not just their kit that's similar...