Those Germans are rubbish but they have the know how...
I have titled this piece as one of the many stereotypes we hear whenever a World Cup comes around. The English have the passion, Portugal has the divers, the Italians just defend, the African sides have crazy goalkeepers, the Asian sides will get blown over by the wind and I could go on. But a couple of stereotypes that haven’t been so prominent this time round regards the two favourites. Underachieving Spain will look fantastic before blowing it in the knockouts and Brazil will play football you can’t even dream about. This World Cup though, Brazil are talked about as a solid unit and Spain have the favourites tag. I admit I do like an occasional flutter, so I’m going to sum up South Africa 2010 the way I see it.
I could go on forever about how I think each team will fare, so I’ll start by summing up the groups.
It was a simple enough plan. 12.00pm outside Central Station in Glasgow, as agreed by all parties. They eventually, one by one started to arrive. Shammy was first to turn up, bottle of Buckfast in hand and Celtic hoodie on to boot. Deaf rolled up next, looking overdressed for the occasion in a shiny new black suit. Said he had just been for another job interview, no great shock to the system there. Eventually Craig appeared, fresh off the train from Edinburgh and looking as comfortable on this side of the Country as a tampon at an orgy. Mackers was in severe danger of missing the trip. The contact number she had given was going straight to answer phone (it was quite hard to make out the numbers on the public toilet wall in truth). Fortunately she turned up just in time, and with Manky strapped to the roof rack and Scott in the boot they set off, with Shammy's 1999 Happy Hardcore CD belting out the "choons"