Nature has done what millions of soccer fans around the world have been wishing they could do since the end of the World Cup. No, unfortunately it's not "a hurricane blowing those damned vuvuzelas up each and every one of their arses," it's the death of the world's greatest eight-armed sports prognosticator. I've always found it deeply puzzling that such a large, sophisticated creature has such a short life span. I guess that whole, "candle that burns twice as bright" thing may have something to it after all.