Do not worry, money buys almost everything.
In a year you will see in Qatar the newest stadiums, the greenest grass.
Will it be hot?
Will cool.
Will be dry?
Get wet.
The opening ceremony will be the best of the best and will cost as much as it costs.
Only one thing the extreme wealth is unable to acquire - a soul.
The World Cup is not only a meeting of the best footballers in the world, it is also a universal event that gathers around it fans from all over the ball.
This is where tens of thousands of Britons flood the pubs from morning until game time, and a Dutch caravan camp is located two days before on the outskirts of the city and celebrates non-stop.
So how exactly will the Qataris deliver the goods?
Would you recommend drinking flavored water and demand not to celebrate between two and four because it might interfere with the Emir's rest?
Qatar is a plastic country.
2.8 million inhabitants, a ninth of whom are Qataris original, the rest are migrant workers.
There are no roots there, this is not a football country.
They will say that even the South Africans, who hosted the 2010 World Cup, are not exactly on their own.
True, but they are a crazy sports country, with patriotism and tons of soul.
To remind you, one of the most exciting tournaments in recent decades has been born in Johannesburg.
A football fan is not looking for fancy hotels and shopping malls with waterfalls to spend their holiday in.
All he wants is to sit with people like him, drink beer and sing hymns to the country he came from.
So I'm afraid that in the next tournament we will see many fans of the tie-dyed and fat type, and not the ones for whom the wonderful game was created.
Maybe it's modern football and needs to come to terms with the situation.
The wealth of the Gulf has already bought Manchester City and PSG and turned them into powers.
The Saudis took over Newcastle, a group whose nickname is Jordiz, after the safety lights used by the coal miners in the north-east of England.
For them the club was established in 1892 and not for a Saudi investment fund, which would pour money and more money just to glorify its name.
So let me go back to that hot day at the end of June 1998. Saint-Etienne, a sleepy, gray city in eastern France that hosted the battle of giants Argentina and England in the World Cup quarter-finals.
From this morning there was tension in the streets that included tens of thousands of fans from both camps and an unopened account of the Falklands War and Maradona's goal in hand, in '86.
An electrifying and exciting atmosphere that no amount of money can buy.