The Three Dads World Cup Wonderland

 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...