The campaign for the World Cup football championship has not yet started. The whole place - even here in Scotland - seems full of cars dashing about with the English Cross of St George flag flying from the rear windows. I managed to convince my wife this was a road safety measure and that those drivers deemed totally mad by police had to fly these flags as a warning. We start with our - possibly - most talented player on the sidelines through injury so the excuses for failure are already in place.
A man had great tickets for the World Cup Final.
As he sits down, another man comes down and asks if anyone is
sitting in the empty seat next to him.
"No," he says. "The seat is empty."
"This is incredible!" says the other man. "Who in their right
mind would have a seat like this for the World Cup Final, the biggest
sporting event, and not use it?"
"Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. My wife was supposed to
come with me, but she passed away. This is the first World Cup Final
we haven't been to together since we got married.
" "Oh ... I'm sorry to hear that. That's terrible. But couldn't
you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbour to
take the seat?"
The man shakes his head. "No. They're all at the funeral..."
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