3.50 a.m, laying on the carpet in an empty house in Kerikeri watching England squeak through with a 1-0 win and the seppos score in the 98th minute to keep the sponsors happy.
England will now probably have to play Germany in the last 16.
Rooney limped off.
I will be at the Kohi Yids for the next game. A bad omen? I have watched England knocked out of every world cup since 1990 with him.
House packed up, hitting the road for Metropolis after a final fry up at the cafe.
Australia may have a Lesbian Welsh PM by the time I hit the bridge.