Every team has its hard man. Is there anything more satisfying than booing them?
A problem arises when it is assumed that professional playing experience is the sole source of authority.
Brazil's disintegration against Germany was shocking because it so utterly exceeded our expectations of what was likely to happen - and we enjoy football more because it resists predictability.
Germany, superbly well drilled, provided the perfect example of the superiority of the team game with their 7-1 evisceration of Brazil’s emotionally overcharged individuals in the semi-final.
Is being wary of enthusiasm just intellectual masochism, or are we missing out on a powerful force for good in the world?
And of course give up all training or playing for five weeks before their first game, perhaps even have some major surgery, spend some time in a wheelchair, like Luis Suárez.
I am honestly and truly now coming to the conclusion that England did astonishingly well. In fact, they overachieved.
There is a set way to behave. Team shirts and face paint have become de rigueur, while Mexican waves now interrupt the view of anybody trying to watch the football with irritating regularity.
Bit late to the party, no?
The World Cup is just the latest political football to be kicked by the Front National’s Marine Le Pen, who suggested that “You are either French or Algerian”.
There is no glory in setting out to cause injury to another human being.
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