I am not, of course, referring to the football; where I refuse to become emotionally involved in order to spare the inevitable disappointment.
Instead I am basking in the warm glow of the UK divers who discovered the lost boys in the cave. Yes, there are hundreds involved in the rescue, all of whom deserve our admiration; but, unlike some, the UK trio have completely shunned publicity and just got on with the rescue. As one Thai commentator said “they just dove and dove and dove”, which may or may not be grammatically perfect, but sums up their attitude. On the day they found the boys they were diving from 0430, leading a group to extend the range of the search. Top men. The two who made the discovery are still on site, the third, aged 70, has had to return to the UK for a health check; but he did get a thank you, a certificate and a new pair of shoes at the airport, so that’s good.
The Brits just got an a plane (economy class) to see if they could help. The USA flew in a small contingent of helpers, which is great; but did they really need to bring along a PR person with dead eyes and sincerity issue to tell everyone how helpful they were being?:
I cashed in on the good feelings yesterday by breezing through immigration in less than five minutes, no doubt thanks to my union jack hard hat, muddy boots and length of rope. Plus, there was no queue.