Call yourself a football fan? In order to continue the masochistic behaviour of watching England play football in the world cup, one has to suffer that bit more down here. Up at 4am today to enjoy the game. Sara stayed in bed but was woken at one point by the expletives emanating from the lounge when Crouch managed to shoot about 10 yards wide when on the 6 yard box, when he tried to score like a flash git instead to just stopping the ball and shooting with time when he just the keeper to worry about.
There were not many other lights on so hopefully neighbours did not hear my tirade.
Here’s to more pain to come, and hopefully at some point -football!
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The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere