- 22 Oct 07, 01:08 PM
Paris, Sunday - My mother phoned me this morning and asked me what I want for dinner on Monday night.
My initial reaction to England’s defeat was pretty childish: “bothered”. Like most of the England fans still partying at 6am on Sunday morning, I was just happy to be there.
Following England’s crushing loss to South Africa in the group stages all those weeks ago, every day has been a bonus. I thought England were going to lose to Samoa. I thought they were going to lose to Tonga. World Cup final? Do me a favour.
It’s not often you see two people virtually making love to the English National Anthem on a dance-floor. I saw that last night. The bloke had a beard, which made it even funnier.
As I left the Frog and Princess this morning, I was accosted by three women wearing cashmere England hats. “Yo yo yo yo!” said one of them. “Are you Tom and Whatsisname?”
Made it Dirsy - top of the world.
I’m writing this pretty much nude but for an England flag around my neck. You probably feel sick enough already without me telling you that. Tom’s doing some lunges. Who’s the oddest?
I knew this was going to be a good trip when the designers presented us with our cartoon faces and I was better looking than Tom.
It didn't start out brilliantly, though. when France got mangled by Argentina in the opening game, I feared the worst. When England got mangled by the Springboks, I thought it was all over.
So when England upset Australia in the quarter-finals, it was like waking up on Christmas morning having been promised a satsuma and getting a Raleigh Burner instead.
The final was certainly not pretty. In fact, I’ll be honest, it was all a little bit flat. I could feel the energy draining from my body 60 minutes before the end. I got the feeling the England team felt the same.
You know what else somebody said to me this morning as I made my way back to my hotel? “Oi, Dirs! Is this what you do for a living?”
I didn’t reply. I just smiled. Seven weeks mincing around and watching a World Cup in France? Wallop. That’s what you call a job.
That's me done ladies and gents. You're all legends. Even the ones who hate us made me laugh. And Carole in Maidenhead - go and do some work.
Ben Dirs is a BBC Sport journalist travelling around France in a camper van with Tom Fordyce. Click here to search for all of Tom and Ben's blog videos.