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It's been a weird world cup up here, above Leicester Sq; the end of every game met by the bellows and cheers of the winning team as they swarm into the Sq., bekitted and, pissed and bearing flags, to celebrate their apparent mastery of the beautiful game...., S'a mixed blessing, really: on the one hand it was great to see the Koreans come roaring outta the woodwork, bringing with them - like the Brazillians - a wicked carnival-style atmosphere. Dancing in the streets. But, on the other hand, there's the raging, baldbellied, beflagged British fan - face all puffed and sore with victory or disappointment....the flying beer bottles.... Right now all I can here is a nasty, pregnant traffic hum, interspersed with unsettling stabs of Brazil-baiting and the eternal chant "ENGERLAAAND! engerlaaand!"
I've seen a few Brazillians stupid/naive/brave(?) enough to be wandering the streets in their football shirts.
I'm glad I won't be here tonight. |
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