One should always hedge one's bets.
With this in mind, I'm entering the 2014 World Cup with my replica shirt, my £3 bet, and my blind patriotic faith spread across three different football teams.
Exhibit A: England
This is my home. Plus I'm a sucker for an inability to retain possession.
Exhibit B: Portugal
At 33-1 I've put the price of three quarters of a pint on CR7 to win the World Cup.
Here's why:
1) they speak Portuguese in Brazil
2) if Mexico '86 proved anything, in World Cups without a single dominant nation (I think 2014 qualifies) a well-organised side with the best player in the world can win the tournament.
And, speaking of Mexico '86...
Exhibit C: Mexico
My boys. My glorious dark green shirt. They've been my 'other' team since hosting the 1986 World Cup, during which the 7-Year-Old-Me fell in love with the beautiful game. Not only did Mexico give us Manuel Negrete's goal of goals -
- the North Americans also adopted my all-time favourite referee, Uruguayan-born Edgardo Codesal. Edgardo was
a) the first man to send anyone off in a World Cup Final
b) the 2nd man to send someone off in a World Cup Final
c) the spitting image of Columbo:
Quite the performance there.
One that Peter Falk would probably have considered a bit showy.
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