Come on England! I can’t cope if you lose
June 18, 2002
World Cup fever has hit us big time with my 10-year-old eating, living and breathing football, to such an extent that he’s now practically an expert on the subject.
He was too young at only six to really enjoy the last World Cup but it’s a different thing altogether this time round.
Having spent the past fortnight religiously filling in his wall chart and analysing each and every televised game, he can now name just about every player from every team. And (thanks to the stats in his sticker album) can even tell me where each player was born, what club side they play for, and what their transfer fee was – like I really need to know. If only he could learn his times tables so willingly we’d be laughing.
With England’s continued success in this year’s tournament, I can’t see there’s likely to be much of a let up either.
Having already been conned into spending a small fortune, before the tournament even started on things that we don’t need just because they featured an England player, the three lions badge or the St George’s ensign, I’ve been
concentrating my efforts on holding on to what little remains of my money without being branded
unpatriotic by the men in my life.
I’m more than grateful that the England flag is such a simple design – I’m too much of a
cheapskate to splash out on shop-bought flags, so, in true Blue Peter style, we’ve made our own using red poster paint and an old sheet
Which has thankfully kept all my chaps more than happy. There are, of course, plus points to all this football.
My youngest pundit has not required any clean clothes since the tournament began as all he wants to wear is his England strip, and he really doesn’t care if it’s dirty or not.
My teenage son, who normally only gets out of bed when he’s plied with cornflakes and been shaken at least three times, is now up in plenty of time for a 7.30am kick-off without so much as a grumble.
And although I can’t remember what the view’s like from our front room since all our windows have been covered up with home-made flags.
I shan’t need to clean them though, as I can’t see the dirt and nobody else cares anyway.
And so long as Beckham, Butt and the rest of the England squad keep doing the business in Japan and Korea, hubby and my two boys will keep on smiling whatever I do.
Can’t be bad!