As my working life slowly intrudes on my alternate personality, you’ll notice that the frequency and quality of content will also subside. Which may not leave you with a lot of hope. In an effort to combat overcome this rather sad facet of life in London, here’s a little ramble about the World Cup final – which no-one ought to read and somehow manages to compound the overwhelming feeling of emptiness left by the departure of the World Cup.

Like with a bad break-up, I’ve been too busy to let myself think about it. But as I sit and type words almost at random, I realise just how much football I’d been watching over the last month. I now feel a feeling of open panic when I have free time. What will I do? What can I do? Who knows what I’m going to write about now… In this instance my new job is both a blessing and a curse, I need to take some time away to come to terms with everything. In this early grief, I’ll allow myself a moment to reflect on the Finale.

The outcome was no surprise. The manner in which France won was fairly depressing, but we now have a new god. Gone is the di-theism. Football is now monotheistic. Mbappeistic. There is a new God and his name is Kylian Mbappe. I for one am happy to have him here. What a fucking boy.

Overall I’d give the World Cup a solid 7.5/10. Too many changes for the 8. Not enough passion either, I don’t know if you know this but I’ve actually (*commence vocal fry*) beeeeen to a World Cup. It is worth noting that this may be the Final World Cup Final, there is every likelihood that we may not make the next.

I’m not sure I really have much to add. If you’re coming here to discover the result of the World Cup final then there is something seriously wrong. Before the world grinds to an inevitable halt leading to its accidental ignition, I do have some suggestions regarding how you may spend your new free time;

 

Mr Hummels

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