Tomorrow afternoon Chile will play her first game in the Copa Mundial - Chile versus Australia. Chileans are rather passionate about fútbol, and I am Australian. Tomorrow afternoon I plan to hide.
Chile? Spain? The Netherlands? Australia?
It's not exactly contentious that FIFA is as bent as a nine-bob note. Most right-thinking Aussies are presuming that the
grouping Australia got put into was the result of someone at FIFA HQ being given
lots and lots and lots of lovely money.
My husband's office is running a pool for how many goals Chile is going to win by tomorrow. The listed options run from 6 to eleventy-billion.
Can't they let us go down with dignity? On the basis that Australia's chances have been officially calculated at less that those of a snowball in the Sahara at mid-day in the sun, I'm not going down with the ship.
Chi. Chi. Chi. Le. Le. Le. Viva Chile!