So the weekend happened… and we’re out of the world cup to Portugal in an ill tempered game.
Overall it’s not been the greatest of world cups for us, Sven’s tactics of killing games before scoring are overly reliant on actually having someone score, which with the dirth of strikers in the squad and Lampard hideously off form has proved difficult, to say the least.
It’s also made for dull viewing, and whilst we controlled most of most of the games, if we can’t score, we can’t win (and we’re naff at penalties).
It also meant half the nation were turned off as our style of play is somewhat, ah, pragmatic, let’s say, and understandably, with me included, we’d rather see some all-action gun ho stuff…. Like Germany are playing currently (though I hate to say it!).
Who do I now want to win?
Well not Portugal, their vile tactics appalled me even before they knocked us out and I’d hate to see them win through.
Both France and Germany are playing some nice stuff, but both (especially France, and it baffles me as to why international coaches haven’t exploited their obvious weakness) have flaws. I’m not overly a fan of either side, but I’d be happy enough for them to win it.
Italy are my pick, though, I have them in a sweepstake, and I really wouldn’t mind them lifting the trophy.
Aaaaaanyway…. What happened this weekend?
Friday
Went into work and left to watch the Germany v Argentina match (Germany won on pens).
Got home and cooked a trout dinner for Sarah. Which was nice.
Saturday
Moseyed on down early to the four in hand to watch the England game. Sarah, Nick and I were the first to arrive and we settled down inside and played a bit of Jenga and Rummy whilst waiting for everyone else to arrive.
Lots and lots of people did (including mike + Pam - up from cheltenham for Si’s birthday) and before long the pub was swelteringly hot… and they’d run out of ice.
I’ll brush over the result, we all know what happened.
I headed back home for a quick shower and some pasta\pesto\tuna combination with Sarah before going on to “The Knott bar” where Si’s birthday celebrations were taking place.
Still stifilingly hot we moved onto 42’s, who almost didn’t let Sarah in due to her shoes (!).
We lasted about an hour before melting into the floor… Pam, Mike, Sarah, Nick and I left, leaving the hard core groovers to take up the beat and last it out.
almost straight to bed when I got home!
Sunday
Mum and Dad came round early and said hi to Mike, Pam, Sarah, Nick, Rosy and I.
After they’d gone Solomon’s breakfast happened, but again the heat ratcheted up and a lack of decent A\C meant solo’s was pretty hot, pretty quickly.
Everyone else arrived soon after and we stayed until around 2pm. Mike and Pam jetted off back home for a few days and Sarah and I went to her family BBQ in St. Helens - returning home at around 1030pm, I read for a bit then went to sleep.
I was generally very very tired (the heat…. the heat!) , but the whole weekend (apart from the result!) was a good one.
It’s Monday now, and I’ve just met with my supervisor.