everyone seems to know the score

The world cup final. Without England. Should be used to it by now, shouldn’t I? However, I’m allowed to wish things were different. Of course I’m still going to watch. I’m allowed to be bitter though, aren’t I? To soften the blow we have bought the ingredients to make mojitos. Yum. I will take a sip of my mojito every time there is a corner. And every time there’s a free kick or a goal kick or a throw in. And a foul. And a dive. And a whistle blown. Oh, and any goals! Or any hitting of the post or bar or any misses of a more spectacular variety. And if there’s a penalty, who knows what I’ll do. Basically, I’ll be drinking my mojito throughout. It’s the only hope I’ve got.