Author Archives: Sophie

When composing yesterday’s little ramble I did contemplate sharing with you my very overly optimistic hope that Greece would still manage to qualify, but I didn’t because I really didn’t think that little miracle would happen. I should clearly have … Continue reading →

I tell you what. Adopted teams. That’s the way forward. Patriotism smatriotism as my colleague Lori put it (she has financial interests as well with the oranje being her sweepstake team). Holland have rewarded my ongoing second team syndrome with … Continue reading →

OHOH. We’re halfway there. OHOH living on Braaaasil 2014”, as Jon Bon Jovi didn’t say. Yep 32 games gone and 32 to go. Kind of a relief once we got that Costa Rica result out of the way wasn’t it? … Continue reading →

So. Get up to anything interesting last night? Nah. Me neither. Quiet one. I did have good fun with the Columbia game, moving seamlessly in a perfectly timed fashion (unlike England’s midfield) from a signal-less void on the train just … Continue reading →

Well there I am misery-ing on about there being no upsets and then WALLOP. The curse of Champions as Spain lost to Chile. Yet again their keeper, know as St Iker (possibly not any more) did nothing for the cause. … Continue reading →

Into every World Cup a little metaphorical rain must fall, and yesterday it arrived in the form of Nigeria v Iran. Our first draw of the tournament and it wasn’t a pretty sight. I did start the game with high … Continue reading →

See that little cloud of dust over your computer? That’s TLF’s theory about opening World Cup weekends not always being entertainment fests going up in smoke. And yes. I did inhale. The signs were there for a good weekend, with … Continue reading →

“Yeah. Often a bit cagey.” Well that’s what I told Mr TLF last night as I gave him his pre-match briefing about the opening game. Croatia and Brazil of course were not listening to me (to be fair Mr TLF … Continue reading →

I’ve always been a club over country kind of a fox. But oh, tournament football how I do love thee and especially a World Cup. Maybe it’s the fault of Mrs Stephens, the fearsome teacher of Class 4, making us … Continue reading →