I'm in the office watching England's last group (and therefore by extension last [fullstop]) game. It's against Costa Rica. Marketing have laid on drinks and nibbles for us all, but no-one's heart is really in it.
A few weeks ago this must have seemed like a prime fixture: 5pm on a fine late-June Tuesday afternoon, everyone in the office, the sun cracking the stones outside and free ale for all. The thinking was, also, that England would need to win this match, so the excitement would be palpable. It isn't; it's a dead rubber. I can't even bring myself to down a complimentary continental lager beer; that's how bad it is.
Maybe next time...
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