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Predicting the winner of the World Cup is simultaneously both easy and difficult. It is easy in so far as that to this day only *cough* seven nations have ever won the eighteen tournaments, and half of the wins have been achieved by six nations, Brazil and Italy. On the other hand, however, the pre-tournament…
It’s been brought to my attention that there’s something called a World Cup starting later this week and that I might want to start writing about it. I’ve got to admit the enthusiasm isn’t really coming naturally to me in the way it might once have done. Maybe I’m just getting old but I’m not so sure that’s sufficient to explain it – it’s not that I’m not still capable of getting ridiculously overexcited about footie. (I’ve just read that Raith might be bidding for Kevin Smith and the prospect of seeing him and John Baird up front next season is getting me as giddy as a kid on Christmas Eve.)
My GOD, Italia ’90 was crap. There’s been a recent attempt to rehabilitate the tournament on the basis of the long-term impact of England’s relative success. But I’m not about to join in. After I wondered aloud how a team as bad as West Germany were in 1982 and 1986 could reach consecutive finals (compare…