The World Cup is rolling on, being watched by the world’s teeming billions. No doubt some nearby civilizations are also taking a keen interest, this being (arguably) the very greatest of the planet’s sporting events. With limited equipment and with the ultimate in team-play management, ‘The Beautiful Game’ is both thriving and varied, offering many an unexpected conclusion.
I was pretty surprised the other day, having stayed up to watch most of the Japan vs Australia game and having only seen one goal come in, in what was probably a foul, that would have given Japan the victory they’d been hoping for. I woke up to learn the Aussies had scored three goals in the closing minutes whilst I’d been snoozing! Whilst this is good news for Oz, it is obviously not so much so for Japan, who has put a lot of hope into their team. Football (or soccer, as it is known here), is quite a new sport in Japan but is quickly becoming more popular and fashionable. As far as the feeling for this event goes, I obviously want the best for Japan, although I’ve met many a wonderful Aussie here and on my travels. I can’t quite come up with the words for this myself, so I will turn to the great Haiku (short three-line poem) artist Masuo Basho-
Ah, summer grasses!
All that remains
Of the warriors dreams.
Just now, I watched the game that was on late in the night over here- England Vs Trinidad. Seeing those beautiful goals go in and knowing we made it into the top-16 is certainly a good feeling. The team certainly seems a lot more complete with the inclusion of Wayne Rooney, a point not lost on the supporters who were literally begging for him on the pitch. Trinidad certainly played well, too and made our Rooney-less team’s life far from easy. Yet now we are in there and about to face the big boys of the tournament. As the crowd chants, “Come on England!”
For now, at least, they’ve done us proud.