Shrine to the soccer god.

I’m not a huge soccer fan, though I had been known to enjoy the odd game in the past. However, I was definitely not committed enough to wake up in the middle of the night in Australia to catch a game. No game was worth my beauty sleep and I needed all the beauty sleeping I could get.

Here in England, it has been good fun watching World Cup matches.  I think there are 3 reasons:  It’s the right time zone. Everyone’s into it (mostly). We had great weather for it.

All those things combined meant that I didn’t have to suffer sleepless nights for it (Big minus), and the opportunity to enjoy several weekends of BBQ’g (and one housewarming) as a result of it.

Everyone had different methods of choosing the country they’ll support for the game (if not their home country). Food, music, great dancing, sexy men, the colour of their jersey. Mine, of course, was food. Sigh, what can I say….

We’ve eaten German food at The Stein several times not because they were showing a game, but because currywurst had been top of mind.  So glad Spain won.  They have good tapas, too. And there’s a great tapas place in Richmond.  Going there tomorrow for lunch, in fact.  Maybe I’ll take photos. (But it’ll be with work people and maybe they’ll think I’m strange. Actually, they probably think that already. )

Goodness, what would I have eaten if Holland had won?  Potatoes and mayonnaise doesn’t cut it, and nasi goreng is just wrong. Besides, Holland didn’t deserve to win, with that rubbish-y contact sport, foot in the chest thing that they were doing.

And that’s all I’m going to say about that.