I’ve had a serious dose of World Cup fever. Literally. Armed with a host of glamorous World Cup final invites, I ended up spending it on the bathroom floor.
An afternoon splashing around in The Serpentine Lido with my little brother left me with dodgy tum syndrome. I think I was having far too much fun in the lake and swallowed a few gulps mid laughter. Bleurgh.
Anyway. I enjoyed the snippets I did snatch. Loved Nelson Mandela’s appearance. Loved Holland’s sporting return of the ball to the Spanish goal keeper on a corner kick. Loved the elephant magic of the closing ceremony. Loved the excitement in the final minutes. Didn’t love watching it from the cold slabs of the WC.
Congrats Spain. Commiserations Holland. Viva World Cup!