Sometime later on today it’s going to be safe for football fans to turn on the television. Admittedly not, as advertised, at 3 o’clock when there’ll presumably be lots of schoolchildren running around the pitch, releasing doves and sundry worthies talking about the game bringing the world family together and such nonsense. But at five, Germany actually play against Costa Rica. After what seems to have been endless months of a television schedule that seems to consist solely of “Minor Celebrity Recalls How Often They Had To Go For A Pee Whilst Watching The 1986 World Cup Quarter Finals” it’ll be nice to actually watch a game.
Of course, it could be worse, all I’ve had to do is avoid the television and the newspapers: “Half time cuisine: enjoy a new World cup recipe from Delia, every day in the Guardian” – yes I know she likes Norwich city, but one can barely imagine the “grasping for tenuous links” editorial meeting that came up with that one. At least I no longer have to get off the train every morning and hear; “Meine Damen und Herren auf Gleis 5, herzlich Willkommen im FIFA WM BAHNHOF Stuttgart. Ihre nächsten Reisemöglichkeiten….”
German Words For Today: “Deutschland gegen Polen” - Surely more historically accurate for the opening clash (look, sorry, but British law dictates that if I’m writing about football and Germany, I have to make a WW2 reference - and they are in the same group).
Song playing as this was published: Crowded House “Better Be Home Soon”
You’re a cheeky monkey, IAF. I actually ran into a guest at the tourist attraction where I work wearing a football jersey yesterday and jokingly told him he must be ready for the World Cup. Imagine my suprise when he responds, ‘You ‘ave no eye-dea, ‘ve been waitin’ for it all yee-ar’ in the only Cockney accent I’ve ever heard in North Carolina. Here’s to all you lovely football fans out there–many blessings for success for all of your teams.
Surely you mean “many blessings for success for all your teams” - unless you’re supporting Argentina. Or France. Or…..
I’m looking forward to Poland kicking Germany’s ass in their match.
All of your teams are belong to us.
sorry, I couldn’t resist
The opening ceremony was like and advert for Bavaria. Trouble is the German stereotype of lederhosen, silly hat with feather and ompa pa pa music has just been re-affirmed to a worldwide audience. My wife was holding her head in her hands
And now the poor Poles are holding their heads in their hands.