You know how it works, I might have never got past dreaming of half an hour as a sub at Springfield Park (set your sights low and still fail) but, every boys’ dream is to lead his country out in the World Cup final. Then you get to about 17 and that changes to dreaming […]
“GET OUT GET OUT! Get out of my room! You told me you was a clean prostitute but you’re nothing more than a dirty whore! Get out, you disgust me, get out of the hostel now”
Wondering what to do with your Paraguay flags after L’Albirrojas were knocked out? Simply turn it upside down and hey presto, an instant Netherlands flag!
Planning, it’s the cornerstone of… errm pretty much everything really so it’s a good job it’s not a strong point in these parts or else we might actually get things done or end up where we’re supposed to be at any given moment, but what fun would that be? What, I’m trying to say is […]
For the past 3 weeks I’ve been fending off Paraguay queries daily. From people speaking to me in Spanish assuming I’m Paraguayan to people asking me “Why are you supporting Paraguay”. An answer I’m not even sure of myself.
We were feeling pretty helpless after Paraguay finished top. The tickets we now had were for Pretoria, Johannesburg and Durban. The only accommodation left in these places was likely to be beyond our budget, and the two weeks worth of accommodation we had booked was gonna be wasted. So we crossed the border into Swaziland […]
Remember that 9-1 at White Hart Lane? Was it really any worse than this? Could anything be? Of course there was controversy. England don’t ever get knocked out of the World Cup without some kind of injustice involved, but despite the inevitable and increasingly louder calls for video technology the bigger shock this afternoon came […]
We left Bloemfontein the day after the Paraguay game and with a few days to spare til our next game we decided to head over into neighbouring Lesotho for a couple of nights. After days of nervously driving through dodgy areas we were looking forward to a stress free stay in Lesotho, an isolated mountain […]
“Is it true that England play their next game on Sunday afternoon?” And with that one simple question, my whole afternoon had become wasted. I don’t suppose Mrs Perm knew what she was doing, but after spending the previous three hours avoiding any mention of the game, forgoing my travelling home internet time and having […]
We picked up our hire car in Cape Town then began the arduous 980km drive north towards Bloemfontein. When I say “we drove” I mean I sat back and relaxed taking in the passing scenery while Laura drove the entire way. 12 hours later we arrived in a village called Quaggafontein, 10km outside of Bloemfontein. […]