In my experience as a sports journalist, the biggest sports fans tend to be sports journalists themselves, so my heart may belong to rugby, but my mistress is most definitely football.
Growing up in Leicester, once deemed the 'capital of sport' following championship success in football, rugby and cricket, I tried my hand at both football and rugby as a youngster, but I was definitely better at the round ball game, compared to the oval shaped one. So how lucky am I the World Cups of each sport are just over 12 months apart? With the Rugby World Cup actually taking place in this country next year!
I may not be playing in it, but I have, the next best job, as I could potentially report on it, with fixtures taking place just down the road in Gloucester and my home city, Leicester. Throughout the current football World Cup, in Brazil, I have noticed another consequence of my bleed; how hard it is to concentrate watching a full 90 minutes, which is another hidden result of a brain injury.
With the matches on television, I constantly find myself doing other things, maybe because it is not that interesting a match; such as Costa Rica against Greece. Hardly box office stuff.
Another hidden consequence of my injury is poor concentration levels, which scares me as my job is to watch sport for a living, and write about it. They have also been very inconsiderate airing the games so late! Watching a game leaves me drained of energy physically as well as mentally.
One more element is memory loss as I can barely remember any of the clubs the players play for, or in what countries. So I have spent most of the tournament on my phone "googling" people to see who they play for.
Maybe that is just a reflection on the standard of the games so far.
Or maybe it is possibly because I am used to watching rugby. As a rugby journalist, now this may sound controversial, but I consider rugby more exciting than football, as there is never a dull moment, when nothing is happening, there is always something going on; a fight in the forwards, or a battle in the backs. It is gripping stuff. A famous phrase in rugby is, the forwards win the game, but the backs decide by how many. Now I don't want to get into a huge debate over the merits of each sport, and upset anybody, but I do believe rugby promotes, or encourages, a better team ethic, with that famous motto saying to me; if you do not work together as a team, then you will not be successful. We have also seen, or heard, far too many stories in football of ludicrous amounts of money being thrown at, essentially, what are just young men. Rugby does not really have this problem with a salary cap restricting such exploits. Unless you play in France.
I guess it also did not help England went out of the Brazil World Cup early; failing to get past the group stages.
As I write this, I am watching the last 16 match between Costa Rica and Greece, which is probably not the best representative fixture of the tournament.
Although it may be draining to watch and extra effort to research facts I once could pluck from my memory, I am not going to give up on my dream of being a sports journalist. I keep telling Amy I have to build my tolerance of watching games, she's not best pleased!