The dream has ended. First for the United States, then Ghana and now England. The World Cup 2006 is no more. It’s sad really, but in a way I’m glad it’s over. I went from watching no soccer, to watching almost every game in the World Cup. And those I didn’t watch, I read about. It got so intense, that at one point I was turning to the sports section first when I picked up the daily newspaper. This was quite unusual for me since I almost never read the sports section.
So will I watch the rest of the tournament? Perhaps. Mainly because it would be good to see things through to the end. Also, not being a fan of any of the teams left in the tournament (especially the Portuguese), will make the three remaining games easier to watch. Thinking I’ll do less screaming at the television. Not since the University of Michigan lost to North Carolina in the 1993 NCAA basketball tournament have I been so vested in a sporting event. I vowed never to get that involved again but things sort of snuck up on me. I suppose I just got caught up like most people here in London. But looking forward to things getting back to normal.