The reality of life without World Cup is dawning upon me. As I sat enjoying the Spain v Germany semi final I realised that the three day break until the final would then develop into a full 2 year gap until the next major tournament. The structure of my evenings will take on a new form. I will presumably have to step up and take the responsibilities of a normal husband, rather than those of a cocooned oaf, who gets home, fiddles with the telly and settles for a 4-6 hour festival of vuvuzela fun. There's one last hurrah, a final between the two strongest and most resilient teams in the tournament. Spain are like a boa constrictor. With their passing they slowly, and deceptively paralyse their prey, passing, passing, passing, ever tightening their grip on the game before finally delivering the killer blow. Holland likewise have looked strong if not completely convincing. They have enough flair players to pose a threat. I expect Spain will do the business and confirm themselves ...
View and opinion on the FIFA World Cup from both sides of the Atlantic. We know England won't win, but deep down there's that glimmer of hope.