I don't have much to say, I just feel that I should post something.
Not sure what though.
It could be worse - we could have gone out like Argentina, by trying to sit on a 1-0 lead and sacrificing creativity for, well, Cambiasso. Pekerman turned briefly into Eriksson, and they paid the price. Which is a damn shame, as it means Germany are going to win the World Cup.
Nope, I can't concentrate. I considered staying in bed all day but it's too damn hot to lie-in. I made it til 1-ish but was covered in sweat by then.
It's a hollow feeling, isn't it? A horrible, hollow feeling, hard to describe. It's not exactly frustration, although it's in the same ballpark.... it's the bastard emotional offspring off some kind of sordid menage a trois enjoyed by frustration, anger and self-pity.
All this time blogging, and I've spent previews and match reports trying to find out exactly what it feels to be an England football fan.
Today at last I feel it all over my body.
It's utter shit.