What I have enjoyed best about the World Cup has been the crowds – apart from, of course, England getting through against Mexico. Energy and positive play at last, from the whole team: the best I’ve seen since, er… let me think… 1966. Hurrah.
But the crowds at every game have been brilliant, from all the nations. So happy, enjoying themselves, dressing up and dancing. And so many families. I sense they are in fact not regular football fans, like the poor sods who watch Spurs every week. They are on a World Cup jolly, a special occasion, to be remembered forever. Where do they get the money from? Not just tickets, but flights. And many with young children, even babes in arms. Surely they haven’t carted their kids 10,000 miles on planes?
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