When Fernando Torres scored the fourth last week against the hapless Ukranians, the Spanish commentator started singing Football's Coming Home....in English. Today we shall see if they can keep up the momentum.
A mixed bag of games over the weekend. The Americans launched an assault on the Italians with their customary unshakeable optimism (coupled with some African-style defending) and their nine remaining men got − at least − the result they deserved. The Italians responded with the sort of play that saw them eliminated in South Korea.
Ronaldo and the Brazilians appear to have forgotten to drink their guaraná before coming out to play. The Aussies were very close to embarrassing them more. I could have used some guaraná myself during the Japan v Croatia game earlier. Contrast the Ghanaian overrunning of the Czechs, one of the best matches of the tournament so far.
On the BBC last night Ian Wright had a fit of the giggles after France conceded to South Korea and fellow panelist Marcel Desailly ne s'etait pas amusé.
Reuters' big screen at Canary Wharf was the scene of an outbreak of class war during England's first match against Paraguay - members of what my Bulgarian chum refers to as the "so-called" local community took exception to some Champagne-swilling bankers watching from a VIP terrace above them and started tossing bottles in their direction. With open-air viewing now halted until the return of more genteel sports, Wharf businesses such as Barclays and HSBC have offered employees a "meal deal" − they can watch the games in the staff canteen as long as they buy some food. Not such a bad idea as the local Waitrose reportedly ran out of beer prior to the fixture in Frankfurt.