After every fourth circle around the sizzling sun, arrives the greatest show on Earth. A competition enriched with glorious history of roaming giants, leaping legends and where mere mortals became kings! Ok, maybe I’m getting a little carried away but I’m more excited for the World Cup than Hendrik Dennemeyer is when talking about sex. Sorry mum, this is why the fridge has been cleared of food to be crammed with billions of beautiful beer bottles. For the next month I’m going to be glued to the box! However what really has struck me is not just the slick, stylish skills that’ll be on show but the global impact it has on all the supporters. People across the world unite, strangers actually speak to each other and passionate patriotism ignites. Pictures of kids portrayed in the hosting Rainbow Nation show lives that appear so less well-off than our own in terms of wealth, health and so on. However the forthcoming tournament excites them and lets them dream that they may one day be the new Pele. This is the beautiful game to me! Let’s hope the over-paid pompous tarts that play today don’t kill it! They do need to be role models but I don’t want to be a hypocrite. I don’t like people judging me with no evidence, which a certain person did the other week. I’ll let her have her thoughts but I’m not going to worry about that; Just let the games begin!!
