Mornings will never be the same

Yes, it’s the end of the four year wait. A sporting event like no other awaits men who are patiently anticipating the day, clearing off all sleep debts, and busy accompanying their partners shopping in the previous weeks to earn enough credits for some personal time.

Yes, it’s a spectacle that reduces men to passive slaves that rise in the dead of the night to sit in the glow of their chosen altar in order to worship the gods of the beautiful game.

Yes, when the first whistle is blown in Munich on 9^th June 2006 at 6:00pm, the world will let off a collected sigh and the month long festivities of beer, betting and football will finally begin.

Yes, the underground bookies and the legal betting firms will gladly fan this football passion that promises many new converts and attract old hands who are too easily ensnared into the betting frenzy.

Yes, for the next month, I will be welcoming the nights and dreading the mornings. Ooh, if only companies here will allow one month sabbaticals, I’m sure many football fans will welcome this policy. On the flip side, productivity will definitely be at the receiving end.

Yes, the day is here and mornings will never be the same …