Lasting memory of Cup: vuvuzela
Shhhh. Do you hear that? That buzzing noise, it's gone.
The World Cup is over.
So with it goes the ever-present drone of the vuvuzela, a word we'd never heard of before June and now can all pronounce.
After a month of a 1,000 ceaseless kazoos emanating from your television -- or a much-louder blare if you happen to actually be near someone blowing one of the much-talked about plastic trumpets -- life reverts back to normal.
Or does it?
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