I came into work at 7am this morning to watch the England vs. Brazil quarter final match of the World Cup. I’m never sure if I want England to win or the opposition but I knew I’d find out when the first goal went in.
When Owen scored for England I was disappointed, so I guessed I was on Brazil’s side (I was alone in that opinion being, as I was, surrounded by a few Englishmen). Watching some of the skill and pace of the Brazilians was awe-inspiring and it was only a matter of time before they equalised (which they soon did after a fantastic run by Ronaldinho set up Rivaldo). But then I was in a quandary. I felt myself wanting England to score again.
After half time Brazil got another from what looked like a cross gone-wrong (again from Ronaldinho) that went in. So at 2-1 I wanted England to score again and for the match to go into extra time. When Brazil went down to 10 men I really wanted England to finish them off and get through. I admit it, I wanted England to win! But instead Brazil dominated possession and England didn’t even have a single shot on target (and to cap it all, the manager replaced goal-scoring supremo Michael Owen with the unproven Darius Vassell – crazy).
It was a let down and I was disappointed that it wasn’t a better contested game, although as a Scotsman I won’t be losing any sleep over it. And the rest of the matches will be a lot less interesting to watch now. Maybe I’ll just have to follow Senegal…
Unlucky England, I wouldn’t have minded you doing well. Winning the final would have been a bit much, but getting there would have been all right with me.