Bereft. Deprived. Impoverished. Forlorn (but not Forlan). This is when you start to realise that the World Cup is nearly over. Two and a half weeks of continuous football – with a minimum of two games a day, neatly spaced to give you just enough time to eat some food, walk the cat, make polite conversation with the family, whatever you had to do to fill the football-less void before the next match kicked off – all comes to a grinding halt.
And now there’s nothing until Friday. I know it’s already Wednesday evening, but when you’ve become accustomed to the luxury of football on tap, to be dumped so unceremoniously in the gutter, to go so cold turkey literally overnight, well, it’s a hard rain that’s a-fallin’. You know the gaps between games can only get longer now, that by a week on Sunday the whole thing will be over and that the chance to watch Paraguay play New Zealand has gone for another four years.
Still, it’s only a game, isn’t it? Being an eminently rational sort, the E&T World Cup blog will take time off, too, on days when there’s no actual match activity. No sense in being one of those World Cup blogs that jabbers in to the ether with a stream of relentless punditry just to appear busy.
We’ll be back on Friday for our first quarter final prediction. We hope you’ll join us then.