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Games other than the England one

Right, where had I got to? Difficult to keep up as my days are blurring into one. Routine for the past 5 days has been exactly as follows (with no deviation on any day).


  1. Get up 6:20am. Watch the previous night's 11pm match as-live (avoiding social media whilst asleep is a breeze)
  2. Go to work 8:20am. Able to converse fully with all colleagues as no results to avoid
  3. Come home circa 6:15pm, watch 5pm K.O. on delayed play.
  4. Finish first game just in time to watch 8pm match live.
  5. Sleep at 10pm
  6. Repeat
Since I last blogged, we've seen Cameroon being utterly battered by Croatia. Awful discipline and team ethic from Cameroon. This is the team who arrived late whilst haggling over win-bonuses (the irony of course being that they are yet to win). A needless first half sending off and then players fighting amongst themselves and generally being a million miles away from the happy-go-lucky team of '90. Now they look like a collection of overpaid, but average, players with attitudes to boot (Benoit Assou-Ekoto take note).

Then to Thursday, where Columbia surprised me by beating Ivory Coast, despite a good goal from hair-genius Gervinho. Then the gloom of England's efforts (see separate post) was followed by an epically boring 0-0 between Greece and Japan. This was the toughest test yet for a viewer. After Greece were reduced to 10-men after around 40 minutes, the match descended into a relentless monotony of Japan attacking ineffectively, swinging in a cross and watching as the tall Greek fellas headed the ball away. It was pretty mindless stuff. Were it not for the fact that Greece have won a major tournament in my lifetime, I'd say that they are as pointless as England.


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