It's a dark day today, metaphorically-speaking. The weather is gorgeous as it happens, and just as well because the spirit needs a fillip. The reason for the malaise is that The World Cup ended last night, and it was a belter too. Germany scored a simply divine goal five minutes from the end of extra time to beat Argentina. This popped the tin hat on what has been the finest World Cup I've ever seen, and I've seen them all since Argentina 1978. In fact I gave up going to cubs during that World Cup, so rapt was I by the football being played. Ah, well, Baden-Powell's loss.
The end of these infrequent tournaments is always fraught. When you're young, four years might as well be four light years. It's simply unimaginably far in the future. And when you get to the foothills of grizzled dotage, like me, you start to worry about how many of these you have left at your disposal before you lose you marbles.
Yes, best not to dwell on these matters too greatly. Anyways, there's still the Tour de France to enjoy.
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