Ladies and gentlemen, the final whistle has blown, the confetti's down, and the World Cup is OVER. What a tournament it was.

Now, I promised you a summer of pure predictive genius. I promised you Bo would gaze into the fixtures and emerge, as ever, your undisputed champion. Reader, I finished ninth. NINTH. Beaten by eight of you. On my own website.

But enough about my heartbreak — let's talk about the man who did it. Macken2010, take a bow. 1150 points, a tournament played with ice in the veins, and champion by a clear forty points at the summit. That's no fluke and no hot streak — that's a punter who called it right when it mattered most. Deserved, magnificent, and utterly ruthless. The World Cup crown is yours.

Behind him — and I want you all to know this brings me no joy whatsoever — Joel. Second on 1110, and once again, somehow, cosmically, sitting above me in the table. Joel, we'll be discussing this over the off-season.

Round of thirty-two’s in the books, and a big hand for Bazzab12 — 270 points, top of the pile, and a fine week’s work.

Me? Let’s not dwell. A miserable 140 and nowhere near the pace. I stuck my neck out with a bold Argentina 4-0… and they only went and drew. Serves me right for the swagger.

Up top, Macken2010’s pulled clear on 1060 and looks the real deal now. Joel sits second on 1010 — and yes, ahead of me. We were dead level not so long ago; now he’s nipped in front and left me down in sixth. That one stings.

Prediction of the round goes to Danai— the one soul calm enough to call the Argentina–Cape Verde stalemate, and cut the champions down to size while the rest of us were dreaming of goals.

I’m down, folks, but I’m not done. Plenty of football left to play. 

Round three's wrapped, and I'll hand it to Mlepnos — 360 points, top of the heap, a round that came from nowhere to leave the rest of you for dust.

Me? A steady 260. No fireworks, nothing I'll be bragging about down the pub — but while the rest of the top order were tripping over their own laces, I quietly climbed to the summit. Sometimes you win by simply not losing, folks.

And what a view it is from up here: three of us now level on 800 at the very top — Macken2010, Joel and yours truly. Macken had this thing all to himself a week ago; now he's got me breathing down his neck. Mlepnos's monster round rockets her up to fourth on 780, with NOTA and Jameslordan lurking on 760.

Prediction of the round? That one goes to Jer and Mlepnos — the only two brave enough to call South Africa's 1-0 win over South Korea. Take a bow, folks; you read that better than I did.

Nothing between the top three now, and the run-in's wide open. I'm on the summit, and I'm not for shifting. Can you beat Bo?

No more second chances, folks. From here it's win or fly home, and Bo's been poring over the round of 32 to call it for you. Six ties are locked in and verdicts are below — with another ten still to be confirmed once the dust settles. Six knockout shootouts, six confident Bo calls, and not a dull one in the bunch. Think you can read them better than me? The gauntlet's down. Can you beat Bo? Get your predictions in!

**Remember, in the knock-out rounds you're predicting the result in normal time....don't worry about extra time or penalties!**

Round two's done and dusted, and through gritted teeth I'll tip the hat to Joel — 360 points, top of the pile, 30 clear of KingKenny. As for yours truly? A tidy 300 and fourth, which by Bo's lofty standards is practically vintage.

Up top it's all change. Macken2010 storms to the front on 570, while Bo sits joint second on 540 — level, once again, with that man Joel. Spare a thought for Gaggzz, last week's hero, back in the pack this time with a quiet 120. That's predicting for you, folks.

Prediction of the round goes to BredaMan — as well as coming third he bravely called the Uruguay–Cape Verde draw, and he nailed it. Take a bow.

The gap at the top is nothing, Bo's lurking, and Bo's got unfinished business with Joel. Can you beat Bo? 

Ladies and gentlemen, the group stage is reaching its glorious, gut-wrenching climax — and Bo has gazed deep into every last fixture, weighed the form, the fates, the very soul of the beautiful game, and Bo has SPOKEN. Twenty-four calls across the final round of World Cup group games: the heavyweights closing out top spot, the minnows chasing the result of their lives, and a couple of dead rubbers I've somehow made sound like cup finals (you're welcome). From Bosnia clinging on to Argentina turning it on, from Cape Verde's fairytale to England's reunion with old friends Panama — it's all here, scorelines and all. Will I nail every one? Don't be daft. I'll call a 4-0 like a prophet and a 1-1 like a man who's never seen a football. But that's the game. The predictions are below, the gauntlet is DOWN, and there's only one question that matters: can you beat Bo?

Round one's in the books, the scores are counted, and the table has its first shape. Hats off to Gaggzz, who topped the lot with a frankly ridiculous 350-point haul. In an otherwise brutal opening round, KingKenny landed the prediction of the round — the only soul brave enough to call a draw between Portugal and Congo, and he got the 1-1 bang on. As for me? A respectable 240, which I was quietly chuffed with right up until eight of you finished above me. Well played, the eight of you.

Ladies and gentlemen, gather round — the wait is OVER. Forty-eight teams, 104 matches, three countries, one trophy. The World Cup kicks off today in Mexico City, and I'm making my calls now, in writing, so there's a paper trail when I'm proved right. 

Forty-eight teams. Three countries. One hundred and four matches. The 2026 World Cup is the biggest in the tournament's history, and Bo has been waiting for this moment the way a heavyweight waits for the opening bell. Ladies and gentlemen, the greatest prediction contest BoPredicta has ever staged starts NOW!

After 380 matches and with 20,194 match predicttions made, OrchardEd came out top of the pile to take the 2025/26 BoPredicta title. It was the tightest race in BoPredicta history, with four predictors in contention going into the final weekend, and it all came down to the last minute!