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Football and me go together like cutlery and nappies, i.e. we don’t go together. Sure, I’m a male, I’m allegedly programmed to like it, but that’s not the point. I suppose I can understand the competition and all, but to watch men kick a ball around for ninety minutes, with a couple of short ecstasies and angers, bores me. The World Cup interests me mildly, as it’s nations as opposed to clubs, macro as opposed to the micro. As Ireland rarely gets in due to unfortunate circumstances like the genesis of the French, I would half-support a team overall but would focus on supporting a team in individual matches, but I’m unlikely to watch the whole thing.

This one, however, is different. It’s got me a job. If England can sustain itself (and hopefully execute its defence flaws) then I may keep this job for a couple of weeks and earn a few bob picking up glasses (more money to add to the useless pile).

I have high hopes for the DPRK tonight, and one day, just one day, would like to see Vatican City qualify.