A nice moment comes this morning as I'm flicking around the internet and discover that my first article for twofootedtackle.com has gone live. I wrote it last night in a fit of inspiration around the plight of Wayne Rooney and the media's continuing obsession with sportsmen as role models. I wrote something similar for the now-pretty-much-defunct Who Are Ya?! when the John Terry/Wayne Bridge story broke but remixed it and thought a bit more about the way we like to think about the footballers we admire. The link to the piece goes up on Facebook and Twitter and people say some nice things, which is always a bonus, and it feels good to have something read by a lot more people than I'm used to.
The rest of the day passes and in the evening I head home to look after myself as K is out at a Mercury Awards party, celebrating the fact that one of her label's bands (The xx) have been nominated. I sort out some dinner and play a little FIFA World Cup (I can't wait for FIFA 11), attempting to take Russia to South Africa for reasons I don't fully understand. Tired of virtual football, I put Radio 5 Live to listen to England taking on Switzerland in the Euro 2012 qualifier (they seem to stroll to a 3-1 which includes an impressive goal for Darren Bent; though it's hard to know that for sure not having seen the goals) before watching the end of Sky Sports News's coverage of the Scotland v Liechtenstein match - as Scotland grab a late, late winner to ensure that they avoid one of the most embarrasing results in their meagre footballing history. Phew.
At 10 I flick over to watch the Mercury Awards announcement - and sure enough The xx win. Sure that K's party is likely to get messier and go on later, I give up on waiting up for her and just loll in front of the telly aimlessly for the rest of the evening. Tuesdays are good for this.
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