Sometimes as a musician, the planets seem to line up and an evening unfolds that delivers everything one could possibly wish for in terms of atmosphere, nostalgia, emotion and entertainment. Friday night for me ticked every single box and a load more besides.
I’ve been home for a week now, but my feet have barely touched the floor since touching down at Heathrow last Saturday morning.
There is definitely something to be said for taking a break after such a hectic June and early July, but broadcasting is no respecter of schedules at the best of times and it’s something you have to learn to live with. Be flexible, be available and be professional, or be off with you. That’s not to say I’m not having a holiday this year – far from it – but not quite yet…
And so a whole month has passed since I last saw Blighty, but it won't be long until Sydney the driver arrives at the talkSPORT Lodge to once more send me hurtling through the early evening traffic without sparing the horses until we reach Tambo Airport for my 'red eye' flight home.
And so Holland make the final for the first time since 78 - the last time the tournament was held in the Southern Hemisphere. It was orange everywhere as Ray & I walked the 2km from our drop off point to the impressive stadium.
Another day, another flight and another hotel room – so this is why rock bands go crackers on the road. At least the setting here is stunning – Cape Town’s Table Mountain looks down on our suite and the entire city, and it’s futuristic-looking Green Point Stadium is the setting for tomorrow’s semi-final between the swaggering Dutch and the rather ‘handy’ Uruguayans.
Well that was a mad 24 hours and no mistake.
Ray & I were dispatched to Port Elizabeth first thing Friday morning to cover Holland Brazil in a slight change of plan - we were due to do both Jo'burg games, but as Stan & Jim couldn't get flights from P.E. to Cape Town, it was easier for us to fly in and out on the same day and for Stan & Jim to do the same in Cape Town today for Germany's annihilation of Argentina...at least we scored against the Germans. Twice.
Those of us in the talkSPORT lodge who write the occasional blog for entertainment purposes are finding lots of common ground lately i.e. we're running out of things to talk about!
Well everyone and the neighbour's terrapin have had their say on England it seems. Being removed 5000 miles or so from the 'word on the street' so to speak, you're reliant out here on the online content of our newspapers and the general malaise amongst my facebook friends, most of whom have been using swear words even they never thought themselves capable of using.
I've vented my spleen at players & FA bigwig coaching idiots in my previous blog, and there is no point in repeating yourself unless you're AC/DC, who are quite fantastic at it. So be it.
Dang and blast it England - why the hell do you keep on doing this to us??????????
Commentators and reporters all have different methods by which they put together reports or approach games they work on. One aspect that I'm asked about a lot is whether I 'write' specific lines of commentary to suit a goalscorer or a match-winning player.