It's not Coming Home

I have never been less enthused about a World Cup Football Tournament, than I have been this  time round. For some reason, the whole World Cup Football hype escaped me.

Was it because it was held in Russia? Quite likely. I am not a fan of homophobia or (alleged) Novichok on British soil.

Apologies, if I am tarring everyone with the same brush, but that is how I felt and is possibly, the reason for my unusual indifference.

But then, Gareth Southgate and his merry band of  English footballers started playing and I, along with the rest of the country, got sucked into the heady euphoria of possibility, and dared to hope, one game at a time.

There was cautious optimism but, unfortunately this evening, not enough nerve and conviction. But who can blame them? They brought us further than any one predicted and made the World Cup so much more exciting for English football fans.

Well done England!

To the ardent English football fan(atic) who had 'England, World Cup Winners, 2018' tattooed on his thigh, my suggestion would be to go back to the tattoo parlour and have a fresh tattoo below it, saying, 'fake news, fake news'.

Finally, am I the only one who thinks the football song/chant, 'It's Coming Home', is jinxed? It hasn't come home since 1966 and no amount of singing/chanting appears to encourage it to come home.

I suggest a new battle cry. Something with no tune and no words. Just positive, good vibrations. I am sure Gareth Southgate would approve. 

Next time, it might actually come Ommmmm.......