Yeah, some of you were saying, look, let's leave it a couple of episodes before we do an airport again.

So here we are in, that's the skyscape of Minneapolis.

That I think is a set from the Blues Brothers.

Lots of cockcars, meaning I may have to behave myself temporarily.

It's hello from Minneapolis. We've moved from

Houston and I thought it was maybe worth sharing an anecdote from yesterday. The temperatures

dropped hugely. It's now about 21 degrees. It's going to be raining. It feels like an enormous

pendulum swing from the sometimes 40 degree heat of Texas.

But what is the change is we've now got three days producing features and interviews and training

before we have another match.

After last night's match, which was Panama, giving Steve McLaren's Jamaica a good old spanking.

It was it was interesting to review what happened yesterday and it's a little bit of

chitter chatter not gossip for those of you who like Premier League football.

It's interesting to review what happened yesterday in light of the way my career has gone.

So for 38 years I've had the attitude that it's not embarrassing to be the little orange webbed feet

underneath the big, glorious long neck, white fleeced swan.

A lot of people in life, not just other journalists, love to be the

ones who look effortless and elegant and I don't give a shit about admitting and showing that I'm

blue-collar, that I work hard, that I adopted without knowing that he coined it in the 60s. Gary

Player's phrase about the harder I work,

the luckier I get.

When I worked for about a year and a half

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