What is the Point?

Well, it was 1-1 against the U.S.A. and I went to bed feeling fed up and stupid. I knew they would be average but hoped and hoped for so much more. Which, of course, was a waste of time. They will make it to the quarter finals, with a bit of luck, and then lose it under pressure; a sending off, a nervous blunder or both. Then there could be penalties. I am considering not watching anymore matches as it seems to be a form of self harm or abuse - like wanking to porn.

Everything tells me it will end in tears and a right royal cock up - but there is just a chance I will witness greatness, a moment that will stay with me for the rest of my life when - we beat the Germans on penalties and come back from 2-0 down in the final to score 3 against Spain in the last 7 minutes, driven by passion, grit and determination. The whole country will rejoice, children will all smile, dogs will run down streets dragging juicy chains of sausages, old men will throw their hats in the air and do little dances, old ladies will show their bloomers, everyone will talk to strangers, church bells will ring and the sun will shine for weeks. You see... pathetic. That is not going to happen. We will just be left with a spunk stain and an empty feeling.

Or will we?