The world is a small place these days. Since coming to NZ, things like FaceTime and Skype make keeping in touch with people so easy (I see more of family these days than I did when in the UK!) and the internet spreads news of all kinds across the world in an instant…and older media like TV mean we can all watch the goings-on at the World Cup at the same time…
But how does it feel when you live in a country where football is not really the number one sport? What about watching games at some time between 4am and 10am? The answer…it is weird. I feel slightly detached from it all. The final will start at 7am on a Monday…makes you realise that the world is actually pretty large as Brazil is a long way away in time terms.
It is great to have friends and family back home to converse with for sure. The TV coverage is decent…more relaxed and less hung up on how good or bad England have been (hurrah!)…more neutral and unbiased! And I can avoid the, dare I say it, idiotic obsession of having flags flying from every car window and the blind passion and disappointment that England as a nation feels during and then after every tournament.
But you know what…no matter how annoying it might be…I miss the camaraderie. When the London Olympics was in full swing, it would be one of the finest times to be British and to celebrate and commiserate together as people representing our nation succeeded or missed out…it is these small things you miss. Thankfully the Olympics bred a lot of success!
But does missing these things really matter? Depends on what they are and how important…and whether they get replaced with other things. Time will tell.