Oh dear. The host nation needed me. Even with my gammy leg I’m sure I could have made a difference. There is surely only one possible explanation…the Brazil team got caught in heavy traffic and did not make it to the stadium in time for the match….forcing FIFA to pick 11 Brazil-kit clad chaps out of the crowd and stick them on the pitch….yep…they did well, considering (losing 7-1 to Germany…yes, 7). The stadium was in shocked silence. Poor Brazil has ignominiously reached its limits.
A bootless 500m walk down to the Old Plane Tree restaurant has I think, revealed my limits. Very steep and very gravelly….I was limping more the next day and developed increased tension in my right hip from having to limp. Time to hold back and listen to Jay as he tells me to slow down and protects me from traffic on the pavement-less roads.
Learning from mistakes….Brazil: defend, and don’t rely on just one (missing) man (Neymar); Me: Listen to Jay…and defend against ignoring little messages from dear leg. If I have to walk over the next few days, I will be glad I brought the nearly discarded DV Boot.