Every four years, the earth is ruled by a sphere and this time, it will be the one you see on the left. This year, Fuleco the Armadillo takes the place of the vuvuzela of South Africa – though I doubt that Fuleco can create as much noise as vuvuzela.
Not that it matters. We the fans are more than capable of making all the noise that you want. The aliens featured in “Space Jam” can hear us from their home planet; they won’t need TV footage to seep through to their world via freak wormholes in space.
We’ll bid goodbye to some of the stars that have electrified us in the past – Drogba, Klose, Forlan, Gerrard, Pirlo, Buffon, Eto’o and others.
We’ll welcome new stars to take their rightful places in the firmament of the greats – Cavani, Suarez, Pogba, Goetze, Modric, maybe Neymar and Messi as well? Maybe Messi will come good in Brazil 2014, and add the gold that’s missing from his CV.
Perhaps an African player will set this World Cup alight – maybe it’s time for Drogba, Eto’o, Gyan, Yaya Toure or one of the Ayews to become the new Roger Milla.
Some things won’t change, probably. Rooney will under-perform here like he always does in his country’s colours. Holland will implode like they did in the Euros of 2012 – Robben and Martins Indi have already had a falling out during training. France may follow this example of their neighbours – they’ve done that before. This time, Nasri was left out of the squad, apparently due to the machinations of Koscielny and Lloris; maybe others will gang up against someone else and send the French crashing into one another.
I’d like to say a personal thank you to some gods who are not here in Brasil – Totti, Ibra, Ribery, Marco Rolls Reus, and Luca Toni. Thanks for the great times and the wonderful goals and skills that you’ve given us. I hope to see you again, though not at a World Cup – but you’ll be enshrined forever, thanks to YouTube. Amen!