An announcement - and a warning
Because I want to preserve the belief, which I hold in the face of all empirically-based projections, that the All Whites might hold the Aussies to a draw, or even, with a little help from the referee or (more likely) from God (might God count as a sort of distant, often-unjust second referee, according to the tenets of neo-Barthian theology?) win by a goal, I am going to abstain from all forms of the internet and the offline media for the next twenty-four hours. If a war or revolution breaks out tomorrow you will look in vain to this blog for instant, ill-informed commentary.
I ask my friends and enemies alike not to attempt to puncture my bubble of hope with phone calls, telegrams, shouted messages at the door, or well-aimed pigeons. I also ask you all not to mock my irrational faith behind my back, as you tune in to Sky Sport and see the smiles of the Aussie presenters, or read of the Socceroos winning by a cricket score in tomorrow morning's paper. Meditate instead upon the nobility of lost causes.
Go the All Whites! Avenge the underarm affair!