It might be a bit insensitive to say this considering I went on a hunger march yesterday, I have an overwhelming urge to eat a load of nachos and dip them in a homemade salsa made by yours truly.
They’ll be eaten while doing a report for ESPN regarding Saturday’s game. A robust Honduran performance meant the game finished 0-0. I know first hand that all Hondurans play like that, professional or amateur. Cynical challenges, elbows in faces, clipped ankles, upturned studs are all part of the fun and games. Yes, maybe Emilio Izaguirre booting the ball Sturridge’s stomach while on the ground was a bit uncalled for, but the Hondurans like the odd hard tackle, and I can see a few of the French players, known for being a bit delicate, being hospitalised. What’s good is that the Honduran morale has lifted.
I especially like this image that’s been doing the rounds on facebook today. How many more world superstars won’t play in this world cup?
I’m adding the below photo just for humour sake.
Just to let you know, Pam’s mate Vera is now sitting up in bed, just two weeks after her tragic crash.
Yesterday, Sunday, I got up at 5.45 to go on a hunger march. It went right down Boulevard Morazan to the stadium and a mega amount of people were on it. Thousands and thousands but how many thousands I’m unsure. Thank God it was at that time because it was burning hot by the time we were done. Tegus is an inferno at the moment. I’m literally dripping with sweat while writing this and it’s almost 7pm. God knows how the England team are going to cope. I supported Pamela, and she was supporting the PR section in the Central Banco de Honduras, who help fund and set up all kinds of charity We were supposed to start walking at 7.30. It didn’t go until 8.30, and finished 10ish. We also had an McMuffin on the way which kind of defeats the purpose of the hunger march, but it was much needed. Here are some pictures. Enjoy.