for a month all is forgiven, all is good and we are all loving the beautiful game

Tempered was my mood before it all began.

Then I was into it, I knew I would be, and so much so that I now own a Serbian replica shirt and a most grubby South African jersey.

And we scored the first goal of the tournament and what a good goal, suddenly our boys were once again ‘OURS’ and so good that you had to say the name twice -Bafana, Bafana. But just as we almost had those precious three points, ‘they’ scored…Ole!

Onto the stadium with our most sensible beagle caps on our heads.

And we even had Bud non the wiser.

The game was boring but the stadium – the UFO is brilliant – it was cold we were shouting for Africa’s surrogate team: Allez, allez les bleu! But they were hopeless. The Uruguayans were far cooler, vamos, vamos Uruguay! My mother even had her picture taken with one of the players mother’s, I’m not saying more other than ‘Diego.’

The TV, the tweeting, that three points that Ghana gave us and how Paraguay christened the Cape Town stadium with it’s first goal.

Now I have the ‘Vuvuzela 2010′ application on my Itouch so that I can make a nuissance of myself whenever, wherever.

And you do know that Brazil haven’t played yet but those Chermans continue to be furiously efficient even with a Jabulani ball at their feet.

You gotta love a World Cup…don’t you just!

Diego's mother and my mother before game one - Vamos Uruguay!