I'm assuming that World Cup fever has taken over most of the planet. Here in Canada it's no exception. Since Canada's soccer team didn't qualify (shocker, eh?) people here choose to cheer for their ancestrial country - or, being a country of many immigrants, they are cheering for their birth country. I'm sure you've seen those little flags you can attach to your car's side window. They're flapping everywhere. The majority of the ones I see are of course, England. I've spotted a few German and Italian flags, some Holland, Portugal, Trinidad. Sometimes we'll see a way-out flag, look at each other and say "Where the hell is that from?"
So, Canada isn't in, Scotland isn't in (for Jim), Ireland isn't in (for me). Now what?
I'm also descended from German and English, but decided to cheer for England. There are a couple of reasons. One, Canada is a Commonwealth country and we swear allegiance to the Queen. So much that is "English" is embedded in our heritage, culture and everyday life - whether most realize it or not - so there is an affinity there for me. Another is that my uncle immigrated to Great Britain and lives there with his lady love (Hi Auntie Lorraine!).
A few other reasons are -
I think they should adopt a shirtless uniform. Then we could all look at this.
I don't think England will win the big prize. My bets are on Brazil to do it again.
When I was watching the match today, a thought came to me. I just hope that Posh Spice says a prayer of thanks to the Lord above every morning when she wakes up to this.