David Beckham v Paraguay
The World Cup seen from Chicago
8am, and there I was tired eyes, dressing gown and a cup of tea but I should have gone back to bed after I had finished the last mouthful. Blimey, it was hard work and not a scratch on yesterday's games or the Argentina, Ivory Coast one after.
I found myself losing interest in the 2nd half as Erikkson's substitutions strangled the hell out of any creativity. If the first half was ordinary, the second was just tedius but at least we found out that Joe Cole isn't actually a striker, no last time I looked in my son's Panini sticker book that page belonged to Defoe, Bent and Johnson. Why not throw Walcott on for 15 minutes or are we saving the 12-year old for the final?
The most excited I got was when Robinson hit the huge bloody television hanging over the pitch. What is that about?
The game was live on ABC
and I'm sure did nothing to convince American's to skip brunch over the beautiful game. The American commentators drove me mad too, as they only seemed bothered by David Beckham who we were informed was married to "Victoria Posh."
But never short of a meaningless stat, they did announce that “there has never been a one nothing game decided by an own goal in the World Cup before.”
Good to know. At least I will be in a noisy pub on Thursday.