World Cup fever started in London months ago. It’s actually amazing to live here during the build-up. Let’s see what I say once it has begun.
It’s nice to be in a part of the world that has a deep-rooted nationalistic in-the-blood love, obsession and devotion to soccer. Football. Soccer. Football. You know what I mean.
I haven’t fully digested what it means to live here during this time and England just happens to play the United States Saturday night. What are the odds? What is the meaning?
All I know is… how do I say this… I might be rooting for England.
Above all else in the world, I love my family. I treasure my good health and safe living. I am not about to throw caution to the wind with football fans. Not in this part of the world. And if the U.S. wins, I am saying I am Canadian. Or I am going incognito.