The World Cup is here and isn’t it glorious? The sun shines and I manage to fit in an early morning stroll on the beach before heading home to watch three almost back-to-back football matches EACH DAY. Envy my life!
Of course, the commentators are as stupid as ever. Life in South Africa is far from the glorious multi-cultural paradise that the broadcaster’s musical montages portray. There are too many 0-0 or 1-0 scorelines. Even Fabio Capello got in on the act with a proper moan about the tournament ball.
But I refuse to get involved in this naysaying.
So what does it matter if the only game scoreline I have correctly predicted so far was that between the Netherlands and Denmark? I wasn’t seriously expecting to win the sweepstake anyway. And so what if there have been so many nil-nils, are you all Americans or rugby fans? A game with a scoreline of nil-nil can still be full of great moments. And when the goals do come, they range from easy tap ins, to ones that should never have gone in via those that prove God is not an Englishman, whatever the Daily Mail thinks.
Most importantly, the 2010 World Cup has brought us the phenomenal talents of MC (Archbishop) Desmond Tutu. What a guy. (Ignore the slightly dodgy French voiceover here and just check out his dancing):
What’s not to love? I say, let us get on with enjoying the World Cup for what it is: lots and lots of football matches one after the other. And let us feel especially grateful that the vuvuzelas are drowning out most of the commentary!