When the Cheshire emerges...

Dear Diary,

Ohhhhh, what did I MISS last night???? I don't know if I've been more shittier so far this Cup (actually, I have with the Socceroos not getting through, but still...). Was totally keen to watch Paraguay vs New Zealand because the All Whites have been the surprise packet of the tournament. So I was writing my last entry while watching the beginning of that... and then fell asleep. Again. I wake up at midnight to find the channel switched to SBS Two for the Slovakia vs Italy game and also find myself to be really groggy. Had no choice to retreat after such a draining 20-hour day.

Why am I so disappointed? Well, I wake up to this staring at me on the kitchen table:
























That's my father leaving me a note. He doesn't do that - for anything - unless it's rather important. Obviously it was. Diagram and all. Then Mum walks in asking me who was screaming so loud last night.

'It wasn't me! I went to bed...'

'Well, it must've been the boys, they were so loud...'

That was a kick in the guts. Then it clicked to me that Italy were out, especially when Mum said she heard about it on the news. Italy are out... that's a good feeling, although it'll never erase the pain of 2006. AND I MISSED IT.

Theeeeennn, I see EVERYONE's post on Facebook saying how amazing it was. AM I THE ONLY PERSON THAT DIDN'T WATCH IT??!?! To say I'm disappointed in myself is a massive understatement. Even watching a replay wouldn't help with this, it seems to be one of those things. Always seem to miss out on the good ones, and it's really frustrating me. Now it's making me laugh because of the fact that Dad was so hyped up about it. But I am really annoyed. Such is life.