Reflections of Life in
I am not alone.
I saw on Sky TV that in a pub in the UK all the bar staff have changed their names to Rooney, flags of Saint George abound, English Bars around Spain are promoting the number of TVs you can watch the games on, and the daily World Cup Report on Spectrum FM has been sponsored by Alvaron Cafe Bar.
Recession! What Recession? Long cold winter! What long cold winter? No flights to
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I am also extremely confident that we ‘Brits’ will be having a good time! A whole month of 4-4-2 against 4-3-3 (4 Beers, 4 Spirits, 2 Shots v 4 Beers, 3 Spirits, 3 Shots) will have lifted our spirits, given us hope, and helped us forget the Austerity Measures, Smoking Ban in Public Places, Lack of Flights into Spain ……….. and Penalty shoot outs.
Talking to Spanish friends they are convinced we are mad of course. Ask them which bar they will be supporting
Rather like Concorde, The Beatles, and the Traditional English Pub the World Cup does nothing if not remind us of when
I was mulling over the content of this column as I walked along the beach one evening, in particular the intense burst of national pride that we English exhibit, followed by periods of self deprecation. For a country that invented The Pub we sure spend a lot of time drinking in Wine Bars, the Traditional Sunday Lunch was replaced years ago by an Indian Takeaway as the most consumed meal on a Sunday in England, our Fish and Chips shops sell more Kebabs and Spring Rolls than Fish and Chips, and do you remember good old Woolworths?
And then I got it. The Spanish don’t need an intense burst of patriotism to make them feel Spanish. They have it every day: Spanish wine in the restaurants, the same Spanish menu in every Spanish restaurant, the family lunches at the weekends and on Public Holidays, and the comfort and security of knowing that they are pretty good at virtually every sport they participate in.
I love the Spanish way of life, and try and follow their example as much as I can, but do you know what I love the way the World Cup gets us English going, so for as long as England are over in South Africa I am going to drink pints of beer, eat Walkers crisps, enjoy a Full English, and consume the odd meat pie with mash, peas and gravy.
By Chris Marshall