“Le vent se leve, il faut tenter de vivre” said French poet Paul Valery in his poem ‘The Graveyard by the Sea’, roughly translating as ‘The wind rises…we must try to live’.
Your correspondent learned that from a film, seen way back before the World Cup came to hold all of our lives in it’s vice-like grip.
Now events in Brazil have drawn to a close those well-crafted words have a renewed resonance.
Having been hypnotised for more than a month you must make the most of your freedom – here’s what your friendly neighbourhood Dr news.bwin.com/en/ has to suggest:
Finally put that group stage jet lag to bed.
Recovering from two weeks of 01:00 finishes takes a lot more than a fortnight’s knockout matches. Get your head down and don’t get up.
Repair your damaged relationships with non football-loving friends.
Do you realise how boring you’ve been to your pals for whom the beautiful game is meaningless? You’re no one-dimensional laddite and you’ve got making up to do.
Start eating real food again.
After lining the pockets of the many football-loving fast food providers whose corporate allegiance to FIFA saw their logos beamed into your brain via the telly box throughout the competition, you’ve finally got time to visit the supermarket and cook nutritious food again.
Care about the cricket
We’re now four Test matches deep into the summer and Alastair Cook’s England captaincy is under intense scrutiny.
See Boyhood at the pictures
Already a front-runner for the best film and best director awards at the Oscars, Richard Linklater’s film was released last Friday to rave reviews from all your mates mentioned in point two.
Bury your pet
You remember Bony the Scottish Terrier? With his wet nose and friendly eyes? You forgot to feed him for 31 days!
Go outside and play football.
Probably a bit lame that you’ve spent much of the last month on the sofa saying how overrated Neymar considering you haven’t kicked a ball in anger for five years.
Refresh the transfer gossip page every five minutes…
Didn’t know Aston Villa had snapped up none other than Philippe Sylvain Senderos? You’ve been neglecting your club, shame on you!