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A funny thing happened today. I met the coach of the Vancouver Whitecaps soccer team. I actually sought him out because we have the same last name but spelled differently. We talked about soccer of course and the World Cup of course and I told him that Brasil would certainly win it all.

Later I got on their web site and low and behold there is a World Cup pool contest. Pick the winners of the groups and then second round games sort of thing. I go with my gut and pick very quickly based on hunches and pyschic quirks.

England will beat Italy in the final and win the cup according to what I predicted.

That last time I did this kind of pool for the World Cup I was living in Bolivia. I made my predictions and told my brother-in-law who laughed and told me I was crazy. I looked at him and told him that my predicted champ was going to beat both Argentina and Brasil along the way. He laughed louder.

The year was 1982.

Italy won the World Cup and beat Argentina and Brasil along the way.

Italy, the team that I told my brother-in-law would win it all.

Now I won't be cheering very loud for England because I think that European football sucks. But if they happen to win by beating Italy in the final I stand to win one million dollars. I will then will fly to London to kiss the first Union Jack I see that I can reach.