Channeling Glory

There is sure a lot of nationalistic pride oozing from World Cup supporters at the moment. Flags on cars and houses seem to be the most obvious way of letting everyone know who you are backing. I wondered why I saw my neighbours on the roof yesterday, and when I pulled my curtains this morning, I saw why.
I am too chicken to raise a flag of my own. I can't bear the thought of taking it down if we lose.
But maybe some of the luck and determination of the Irish from last night and and the heart shown by the Welsh today can rub off on Kiwis like me, to enable the black flags to fly till at least the end of the year. Or maybe another 4. Oooh no, best I don't get ahead of myself.
(But go the All Blacks!)