Sport Is My World

Flair and style beat hard-work and stamina this evening, by a single goal and a bullet header from Carlos Puyol. I am fully aware that's not how you spell his first name, but who spells Carlos with an 'E'..? I was sitting watching the football this evening, while my laptop frustrated me as much as Emile Heskey did, way back when England were a part of this World Cup, lacking internet connectivity.

Full marks to Emile though. After having a disastrous World Cup, he came back to England, put on a frock and won the Women's Wimbeldon title.

The World Cup has been an overriding success however. The hosts, for the first time in Africa, have put on a good show despite the dreadful bee-like din of the vuvuzelas and the pitch invader that wasted a probably well-paid for ticket in the semi-final this evening, South Africa have been successful in their hosting. There will be a new World Cup winner on Sunday evening, when the potentially Dangerous Dutch meet the Stylish Spanish. My bets are on Spain, but I will wait for Paul the Psychic Octopus to make his prediction before I head down the bookies.

The main story of this World Cup though hasn't been Italy and France being disastrous or Capello's wrong team selection and England's subsequent dire performance and the 4-1 thrashing by The Germans or indeed the Uruguayans unfounded ability to kick a football. No, the true story of the world cup, is something you can buy for £2 from Sainsbury's.

No other country in the world has something like the Vuvuzela. A simple horn, when played correctly, creating a huge din of bee-like sound when, in their thousands, can make an atmosphere unique to South Africa. Some players have blamed it for their poor performance and some broadcasters have complained that it drowns out the noise of their commentary, (good news for us if Mick McCarthy is commentating..), but the fact of the matter is, the atmosphere must be phenomonal.

A friend of mine came back from South Africa last week and was seemingly deaf. Surrounded by the noise of the horn, his ears were not used to silence. He swapped his Argentina-Mexico tickets for some England ones, and then wished he hadn't as they got swept away by the young and gutsy Germans.

The vuvuzela has become a popular hit back in the UK. They were even banned from Wimbeldon, which seemed a tad pointless, because who would want to blow a vuvuzela at a tennis match? That would be like blowing a trumpet in a snooker hall. Completely pointless and would make everyone turn against you and chuck their strawberries and cream in the general direction of your face.

Aswell as this, England beat the Aussies in the cricket again, (I know, you were too busy watching the football), and some illustrious batting gave England an unassailable 3-0 lead in the 5 match series, before coming away with a 3-2 series win. The Aussies never get whitewashed.

Sport is my life. Sport is my world. It is all I live for. Everything I do in my spare time, (unless you count a bit of drinking on the "rare" occasion), is associated with a sport of some kind. I just can't keep away. Given the opportunity to play, I will grab it with both Mittens and hold on. Even if it does kill me. I realise my blog posts have been highly uninspirational recently. They've been boring and monotonous, me moaning about work and life. I suppose that's why I started this blog back in December 09, but it becomes tedious after a while..

I do plan to keep writing, but perhaps a little more ... inspirationally.

Also, good luck to CW for later today. Hopefully he has an even more successful 2nd day than his first one. Surrey will be ringing you soon my friend!

1 down ... 4 to go...

Bye x