Of beautiful games and shiny players
All I can remember about the last World Cup (and it's interesting how people assume 'Men's World Cup', although there is a Women's) is: I rooted for Greece from match one and they were inconsistent and basically that turned out to be the single occasion I found myself cheering the same team's final win.
There may have been something about Turkey. I'm beginning to be obsessed with Turkey.
Anyway, my little footballer is dreadfully glam, isn't he? Bless him.