I am so tired. Like presumably everyone else, I was crushed when the England game KO moved from 1am, to 2am. Originally the whole staying up thing was very much do-able, a full 4 hours between the likely conclusion and the kids getting up. Then that number became 3 and the nerves set in. I was chatting about the relative merits of booze or coffee to help stay awake the extra hour, when someone helpfully recommended food as a third option. So there I was, 1.35am, eating a nice spicy chicken pizza, washed down with some neck oil, awake, and blissfully unaware of the mayhem that was to follow. I'd not seen a whole lot of Mexico, their games I presumably normally being in the night-time, so highlights aside, where they'd looked fluid and fun, I didn't really know much about them. But things became quickly clear, we were in for a game. Not in a Congo kind of way, where I felt comfortable we'd come out on top. This one was a genuine backs-to-the-wall effort. There's som...
At every tournament, there’s always one. A game that comes along and unexpectedly smacks you in the face with stupendous drama and pulls you firmly into the tournament frenzy and loving the beautiful game. Was I concerned about going to bed last night not knowing if Switzerland were going to maintain their lead over Algeria? Nope, I was not. Could I probably take care of packing for our trip to Philadelphia while listening to Argentina”s routine win vs Cape Verde? Probably. How wrong could I be! (And I’m not talking about Switzerland!). Matched up against the world champs, Cape Verde simply didn’t care. They went toe to toe with Messi and co, coming back from a goal down TWICE, the second time with the goal of the tournament from Sidney Lopes Cabral. Ultimately, it wasn’t enough, but having represented the smallest nation at the tournament, they recorded draws with Spain, Uruguay and Argentina. One of the underdog stories of World Cup history and everyone watching around the...