LET'S PARTY LIKE IT'S 1987

In 1987 I was only 2 years old and fairly illiterate, so I don’t remember if I partied very hard the last time we won the World Cup. My Dad partied for me though, and funnily enough he doesn’t remember if he partied too hard either; he doesn’t even remember if he was at the game or not. He asked my Mum, and she confirmed that he was not at the game, but rather in the gutter – the same place that I have a sneaky suspicion I’ll end up – again fairly illiterate – on Sunday.