Pleasing moment bought on by needless watching of Brazil / Peru in the pub last night. Yes, we wanted Brazil to get spanked because everyone wants the underdog to win. But we found ourselves more and more drawn to the good players of Peru. Was it the pluck? Was it the vim and verve with which they passed the ball. Or was it the uncanny resemblence their strip has to the trade dress of Red Stripe cans of lager?