I'm usually a glass half full type of guy but in the last few days my love of sport has thrown up an interesting scenario.

After the four year wait for the FIFA World Cup's return, I anticipate a fantastic summer with the country coming together to cheer our boys on.

But just two days in, the realisation of what is yet to come - a goalkeeping error, an agonising draw, a penalty shootout and ultimately an horrifc exit from the tournament - is starting to set in.

And it isn't only football.

With the start of June comes the start of the grass-court tennis season and the country's all expectant hopes of a British Wimbledon champion.

So when I tune in to BBC2 on Friday afternoon and watch the demise of Andy Murray in the AEGON Queen's tournament, I start to get that all familiar sinking feeling, and then I watch England scrape a draw against the USA in a rather uninspiring start to the finals.

I am forever an optimist though, and with the millions of sports fans across the country I will get up each day of the World Cup and Wimbledon tournaments with my passion and pride in tact, praying that whatever happens, our representatives can win the day and move a step closer to glory.

But having watched the 1998 World Cup exit to Argentina through a living room window in Northern Ireland and sat in a concrete factory, midway through a 12 hour shift, while Portugal again foil England in 2002, I am trying to gear up for the disappointment.

Don't get me wrong, I will be one of the loudest in the North West come rain or shine when England play and I will always believe - four minutes to go and 2-0 down - there is still time. I have been there so many times.

England have the best chance to win the World Cup since 1966 says everyone I talk to, the media, the fans, the team itself.

But don't we say this every four years?

And its the same with Wimbledon. If its not Tim graciously bowing out of the semi-finals against Goran Ivanisevic largely thanks to a typically-British rain delay, its Andy Murray being taken out by an awesome Rafael Nadal.

So I will watch with excitement and anticipation with as much passion as the next person but I know that whatever happens in the next five or six weeks, my glass will not be half-full but full to the brim - with pride, but also with tears, because ultimately we will bow out, but if we don't the tears of joy will flow until the next World Cup win in another 44 years.

But lets not be negative, there are another two group games to go and fingers crossed another six games before we lift the trophy, so get out your flags and vuvuzelas and steer the guys to victory!