I’ve enjoyed the World Cup so far, despite watching replays or live games at horrible times. I had the pleasure of watching England lose at 8am on a Saturday morning and England lose at 5am on a Friday before work.
The Saturday game, England’s first, against Italy had us up at 7.30am to our housemate Toby cooking bacon and eggs for a crowd, listening to football songs. It felt like football christmas morning. This post is so I remember that nice weekend morning, the smoke alarm going off, coffee from Industry Beans to null the pain and blankets on the couch.