Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Taking stock, post-World Cup
But for us, the World Cup ended shamefully early. Stuffed by the Germans after three earlier performances of varying degrees of ineptitude, Gerrard and company were able to let loose much earlier than any of us had hoped.
In my local area St Georges Crosses were quickly and embarrassingly pulled in from windows, scarves were swiftly rolled up and stuffed into draws and hundreds rushed to their telephones to inform their car insurance companies that they'd replaced their red and white paint jobs with mournful black.
Around the same time, word was out that Oxo had released a new commemorative World Cup stock cube called the St George, apparently it's great for making stocks because it crumbles easily under pressure, but I've also heard that it leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
The sad truth is that the Germany loss and the anti-climax of England's whole World Cup campaign really did result in nationwide depression, no less in my two sons than in anyone else.
Oh, well, I've told them to just try and forget about it and look forward to Christmas instead.
Image © ell brown (off to Italy), via Flickr under Creative Commons Licence
