Buenos Aires, bonestillas, bonestiest, bonest

it's not what they say in Houston,

but good morning on the early dawn of Sunday,

the 6th of July.

It's Houston downtown,

but we're going to NRG Stadium, aren't we?

For the US men's team against Mexico, it's a classical, it's a derby, it should be

football with a snarl, it's the finale of my tournament. I think Goncaf and FIFA like to think

of it as the final of the gold cup. I don't. This is the finale of my tournament. It's early in the morning. We've got a long,

long day ahead of us. I don't expect to finish until my Monday. With the time differences,

I don't know if that's your 1962 or 2036. That much I've lost track of, but I haven't lost track

of the fact that this has been an exciting, interesting trip. Thank you for being with me. What I'm going to build now is a diary of my day.

So this is the Fox truck. This is what I've been reduced to because normally murder corporations and I wouldn't work together, but it's obligatory here.

This is where the talent is. Jenny is the presenter, Doc is a producer.

I'm waiting for my producer who's going to help me bring to air a segment where I supported

a mad dressed up fan called Chris who likes to look like Alexi Lallas.

Do you remember him?

Big stack of orange hair and a big long orange beard.

Chris dresses up like him and goes with the American outlaw fans.

So we're going to put Chris and Alexie Lallis together on the edge of the pitch at about 445 local time.

And of course, like everything, it needs production, it needs it needs organizing it needs to be produced

So I'm waiting here for their producer Johnny to finish his meeting so we can go together to the set and just walk through how it might happen and it's all part of the jigsaw of a big game particularly a final

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