World Cup fever

Soccer's not that big in Australia and Kylie Ladd's husband is more of a cricket fan than soccer fan, but nonetheless she's seen it all before. She knows he'll be watching come June 9.

My husband is a cricket tragic, the sort that ogles Wisdens as other men ogle Penthouse; the type that was teary for days after we lost the Ashes.

Sports fans are fickle, though. I should have seen it coming after I left him alone for a few hours during the Commonwealth Games and came home to find him watching netball. He swore it was only because the girls had great legs, but then made the fatal mistake of knowing the score.

Caught out, he pleaded for my understanding. There was no cricket to be had anywhere. There was still a ball involved.

The whole column is good.