The World Cup needs fewer hydration breaks and more elderly violinists

The World Cup seems to have gone on for ages. I’ve lost all awareness of real time and real life. Think how the players feel, poor sods, with endless flights, strange bedrooms, different time zones and being shouted at. At least I don’t have that. We are now well into the knockout stages. But will I have to keep going to bed at 8pm in order to wake up for midnight mass – I mean, penalty dramas? Meanwhile, Hunt, do tell us: what do you think of it so far? The pains and the pleas