Apparently there's a World Cup final this weekend?
There was a time in my life where I cared about football but sadly that passion has drifted away, as these things do with age.
Yes, I remember the halcyon days of just last week when I loved the beautiful game. I remember the excitement, the enthusiasm, the fevered anticipation of my one-week younger self in the run-up to England's questionable defeat at the hands of an unnamed and frankly unimportant side.
