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Day 2

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Today has been a mirror image of yesterday, with the first game looking like a 3rd/4th place playoff, and then the next match being the main event. First, South Korea got off to a flying start against an abject Greece. The Greek coach was obviously inspired by Blanco's fat appearance for Mexico yesterday, and decided to field eleven players in the same mould. An entire team of scrum-halves, chunky but small and no good at football.

Argentina srcaped their way home (though could have won by five) against an otherwise impressive Nigeria. Their forward line is pretty mesmeric, but clearly there is the capacity to concede on a fairly large scale. In Heinze and Guttierrez they possibly have the worst pair of fullbacks their proud nation has ever fielded.

Shock of the day was watching ITVs coverage of one of the mascots stood in the tunnel before kickoff, openly holding his penis. The cameraman lingered on the shot for far too long, put me off my lunch.

Thanks to a genius bit of TV scheduling, I can now enjoy watching the qualifying session for tomorrows Canadian GP before settling down for England vs USA.

PS Stevey - I popped out to the shops a minute ago, giving me a chance to soak up the UK pre-match vibe.
I saw:
  • a pidgeon eating a cornetto
  • a massive chav (drink induced) car crash
  • too many car flags
Ah, the UK, bet you miss it like crazy.

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