Two weeks in, and the tiny men just keep piling up. Free time is drawing time. Lunch breaks are now eating-while-trying-not-to-get mayonnaise-or-jam-(depends what I’m having)-on-Fernando-Gago’s face breaks. We reached a little milestone today, as we actually completed a team’s whole page for the first time. Euphoria, you might expect. Unfortunately though…
…it was England. Ah well, at least we can formally put them out of our minds (and their own misery) now, for another four years anyway. Thanks for coming England! Let’s just have Frank Lampard one last time to accurately reflect the national mood:
Why so nervous, Stefan? That’s the face of someone who doesn’t like kids suddenly having to babysit two eight year-olds due to a family emergency. Miguel Veloso is ginger, apparently. Who knew? We certainly didn’t.
Sorry Valon Behrami, we made you look way more hobo-ish than you do in real life. Jermaine Jones morphed into Will Smith halfway through the drawing. My fault, I apologise. Eto’o? I have no words. But sorry, anyway.
We might have a new frontrunner in the coveted title of Smiliest Man In The World Cup, as Rafael Varane’s beaming grin blows away the existing competition. Sorry about the red smiudge on his face, I got momentarily confused by an abundance of different pens. Won’t happen again. Oh, Glen Johnson, you look so baffled. And possibly cross-eyed…but mainly baffled. Xavi meanwhile has had at least a dozen years lopped off by our clumsy doodling. Rubbish.
Oh, and here’s some more stadia…
…one of which looks a little bit like a Terry’s Chocolate Orange, post-bang on the table. Strange.
Well, that’s it for tonight.
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Alex & Sian