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    the sun has (finally) got his hat on…

    It’s not exactly sweltering I know, but the relatively cooler temperatures here by the coast are just the ticket for a non-sun worshipper; that’s with the caveat that the longer days are a lot better than the ones where it’s barely light when my phone goes on at half past nine and then dark again by the time I’ve turned…

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    half time (nearly)

    Therefore it’s definitely time for an update and a few moments away from the TV! So far we have seen the hosts – generally accepted to be the crappest team in the tournament and the lowest ranking on the way in – knock five past Saudi Arabia then three past Egypt and barely break a sweat in the process, a…

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    running up that hill…

    OK, it was more of a gentle slope up towards Chancery Lane than a hill, but in full sun, 26 degree heat and with the tree pollen in Green Park setting off a hitherto forgotten bout of chest-crushing hay fever it felt like Ben Nevis. Note to self: don’t agree to go running after 8am if it isn’t winter. But…