It’s coming close to that time where, once every four years, young me would begin to turn his obsessive attention towards World Cup sticker albums.
Even nowadays as a more rational thirtysomething, seeing “Panini” on a coffee shop menu evokes memories of scoring a good foiler over anything to do with a hard, overpriced sandwich.
I can’t quite remember when I concluded I was too old for it all but even now, I’m a sucker for a one-off magazine – anything with a score chart and some useless factoids about the Irans and Algerias of the tournament.
Needless to say, in this digital age, Howler has it covered with their World Cup Crash Course.
I’ll probably still buy some stickers though.