In Liverpool, where I hail from, there is a saying that kids learn to dribble before they can walk.
Not dribble spit but a ball. Like the murky waters of the River Mersey, football runs in our blood. And I do mean football, not soccer.
There is only one football and it is round. Football is our second religion and, if I grew up on a weekly mass of the beautiful game at Anfield, when the World Cup came around every four years it was like the Pope himself was visiting.
Such is the frenzy of the Fifa World Cup in football loving cities like Liverpool, and indeed in whole nations.
England pretty much shuts down during each World Cup. I have fond memories of many a cup season.