No marching band, no floats, no funeral procession, no nothing. Anticlimax watered down, drizzle rather than rain — like everything else where you expect something to happen but it doesn't. Only digital cameras, news vans and pockets of bewildered people — a muted collective demonstration of resigned anticipation, waiting for the stadium to suddenly collapse. Or at the very least for an enormous wrecking ball to swing from out of nowhere and smack... More >>>