Crisis, what crisis?

Judgement day had arrived. I was up early in order to do my first nerve poo of the day, this was going to be hell. The night before I had told Katlin I was too nervous to see her, she promised not to judge me. I had thought I would be watching England with Mr. Viner, however a meeting at midday crippled that idea so I could either watch alone or take myself off to a bar to watch the game. Bar it was.

Central bar was the arena where the drama would unfold. Of course 95% of New York was watching the USA game so the England fans were huddled away in an upstairs room with a projector which semi worked. I straight away found some ‘brothers’ 6 young Jewish boys with whispy beards and England flags. I decided now wasn’t the time to discuss Zionism, we sung Three Lions instead.

Sitting next to me was a drunk Dad on holiday who had managed to steal away from the wife for a couple of hours whilst she passed the time shopping in Bloomingdales, women are so predictable. It became clear early on that he was one of those annoying beasts, a fair weather England fan, one that only comes out for the World Cup and offers such insight to the game as ‘Defend Terry!’ or ‘Just shoot Rooney.’ Thankfully the Jews knew their stuff and so to did the Liverpool fan sitting on my right. His mate had come straight out of the ‘chundered everywhare’ video and his obvious preferance for Rugby was clear. He was game however and sang a rousing chorus of God Save The Queen.

Much had been made of England wearing all red, the thing was the projector was so bad that the colors all just merged together, it was as if the bar had been engulfed by a wave of color-blindness.

Just after the anthems a Mexican man decided to stand in front of the projector looking for someone who had ordered coffee, he was promptly told to fuck off.

And so onto the game, we all know what happened, and I’ll be doing 12 musings later this afternoon, needless to say get the fuck in!

As for the Yanks they are now well and truly hooked on this ‘soccerball’ thing. The noise when Landycakes scored the winner was deafening.

For those wondering why updates have been scarcer the reason is exhaustion. I have tuned my body to wake up at 7:30 for the first game so needless to say I am delighted thos pesky early games are done with. I won’t lie to you, Slovakia v Paraguay was very hard to stay awake through!

And so the Adventure continues. It looks like The Germans are coming.... don’t mention the war.