It's here at last, the 2006 Football World Cup - time for overt nationalism, complaints about the match ball, plus pivotal dodgy refereeing decisions which all combine to create this brilliant four-yearly footballing extravaganza.
The earliest World Cup I can remember watching was Mexico '86 when I used to rush home from school to catch whatever match happened to be on, as well as that infectious theme tune ('Aztec Gold' - what a classic!). Of course, we were all football mad in the playground at that time, screaming the names of top players as we shot.
The girls didn't have a look in, what with the Panini sticker albums which took up the rest of our playground time when we weren't attempting football in the style of the Brazilian masters such as Zico, Careca and Socrates!
Pretending to be a Brazilian superstar, swapping Panini stickers with schoolmates and watching World Cup matches at home over dinner in the warm summer evenings; like my first love, I'll never forget my first World Cup!
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