All my life, there have only been two teams that filled me with awe at the beauty of their fluid football – My beloved Derby County of the 70’s moulded by the inimitable Brian Clough and Peter Taylor, and the legendary Dutch national side of the ’74 World cup, a side which featured Johhny Rep, Neeskens, and perhaps one of the three greatest players ever to walk the Earth, Johan Cruyff. (The other two being Pele and George Best, don’t talk to me about Maradona) – yet despite appearing in back to back finals, they have never lifted the World Cup.
Now, given our concerns about the Spanish people generally getting a bit above themselves, what with Nadal cleaning up at Wimbledon, and the Spanish team already European champions, Miki and I are wholeheartedly throwing our support behind the Dutch in tonights World Cup final. To that end, we have festooned our balcony with three orange shirts and an orange sun lounger mattress, leaving no doubt as to where our allegiances lie. Cunningly, we contrived to have a blow out in the Roadster this afternoon, so making it less likely for wanton vandalism in retaliation for lack of support for the local side. However, should Spain be defeated, I am ready to accept that second hand Spanish omelette may be hurled at my shirts after full time.
Anyway, to borrow a large telecommunications company’s catchphrase:
The future’s bright, the future’s ORANGE!!!
Miki here: I add here some fun I have made in honour of the finale…Don Quijote ready to affront eh Dutch windmills!