Day 3. Everything clears up Today I woke up in the very morning. I got up and made some homework. Then, having drunk some water I went out of the house, took my bike and went to Cheerfultown. It took about fifteen minutes. The first thing that I had done having arrived at the town I came into the pub to have breakfast. There weren't many visitors there at half past 8am. "Good morning, my dear fellow!" I heard. That was John, my old mate. "Hi, John! Such a nice morning!" I said. "I see you've brought your ass here too early. That's so untypical for you". "I have nothing to do. All day. My family is away and there's no any game today" "Did you watch yesterday matches? "Sure! I've seen Colombia vs Senegal and England vs Belgium" I said gloomily. "And you?" "Just first one. Are you upset?" "Look! They've not been at the World Cup since 2002 and yesterday I saw their total fall." "Everything was in their hands, they even could be promoted, having managed a drow." John said. "Yes, exactly. But why didn't you watch England?" I asked. "That was boring even before the beginning. They both have been promoted after day 2. I switched my TV on 15 minutes before the game ended just to know play-off tittles." "And what do you think about it?" "England is already in the quarter final. Belgium too" "I don't think so. You don't know Colombians" "Then let's bet" John said "Of course, tomorrow evening. As usual, a cup of beer" "Don't be late" John replied when I was going out of the pub