Day 28...... Sitrep
Decided to have a quiet, chill out day at the World Cup Campsite on the outskirts of Rio. Main aim of the day was to avoid drinking alcohol, and allow body to recover sufficiently before beginning phase 3 of 'The Drift'
On the day I had arrived at the campsite, the first thing I saw was a huge Coventry City hanging on the wall flag and then met a guy who I had been stood next to at the Costa Rica game. The guy was here with 2 mates and they were all from Wood End in Coventry. For those who don't know Coventry, Wood End is like the Moss Side of Coventry. For those who don't know Moss Side, think of Mogadishu.
The guy had no recollection of talking to me at the game, which is not surprising, as he had not stopped drinking for 10 days... and I mean not stopped! This monster drinking binge had been facilitated by the fact that he had snorted more coke than if you ground the white cliffs of Dover into powder and whacked it up your hooter.
He took great pleasure in telling me (and everyone else, at least 10 times) that he had 'done England Proud' by getting into a fight with some Brazilian fans and leading the charge at them. Unfortunately they all left pretty early the next morning, which is a shame because I was looking forward to hearing his daft little head tell me the story one more time.
played in a football match which was a close run thing, and in which I shone as the star (see separate report). Played again in the afternoon, this time playing 'Wembley' instead (individual game, last man to score goes out) and I heroically pulled a calf muscle, meaning I'm now hobbling round looking a complete Muppet.
Sat with my leg up for the rest of the day and watched teams like America and Algeria progress in the competition by showing more team spirit than England have in years.