Supporting England
There's a fair amount of controversy in Scotland at the moment about whether or not the Scots should be supporting England at the World Cup. Personally, I don't feel that they should have to support anyone that isn't their own country but I don't understand why people feel they should actively support England's opponents. Why would someone support Ecuador for any reason other than resentment that England are in the competition and we're not? And being resentful or jealous isn't particularly healthy.
I'm actively supporting England because my wife, half my extended family and a great number of my best friends (after living in England for 9 years) are English. I'm disappointed that they aren't playing very well at the moment and if they do get any further without actually putting in a good performance, it'll be a bit embarrassing for them, I think.
Anyway, I made a short trip into Edinburgh to watch the England - Ecuador game with some of my (Scottish) friends. Ironically, it was in a pub called Teuchters (look up the meaning). The atmosphere was more or less neutral really - no big cheers when Ecuador threatened (not that they really did much of that) and reasonably positive when they scored. My friend David (who complains that I don't mention any of my friends on here) and I were the only ones in our group actively supporting England (his mother is English), whilst I think my brother was the only one actively rooting against them, though I'm not sure why. He has the same attitude as my mum who seems to have a built-in dislike of the English, forgetting that Becky is English (she doesn't seem to count).
Anyway, I've been told (by David) to spice my blog up with some more exciting tales, mostly involving football, which I don't play, which makes me weird (again, according to David). Anything which relies on the charity of other people not to try to deliberately injure me, is to be avoided, I think. I have enough trouble avoiding injury in my solo activities without allowing others the opportunity of kicking me. And I'm rubbish at football as well, an opinion of which I'm sure David will concur.
I'm hopeful that I'll have some more interesting stories in the coming months - moving house, new babies, running races, David's stag parties (congratulations BTW) and so on. Mind you, my idea of an interesting event and David's are somewhat in opposition. Maybe you should start your own blog, David?
