World Cup 2006

09 July 2006
"So the correct criticism of Eriksson is that he has made England too exciting and free-scoring and not boring and defensive enough."

Candidate for the funny farm? Perhaps, but would you still think that when told that before the tournament began the same person backed France to win? He wasn't the only one by the way.

01 July 2006
I've just been pissing myself with laughter listening to the Telegraph World Cup Pubcast. Is it just me?

30 June 2006
More than mind games

I have been hoping to find some really good World Cup blogging this time round and had been rather disappointed.  That was until I found James Hamilton (I think I’ve heard of him, hang about, he left a comment here recently, well at least someone called James Hamilton did, and it was about football, so I think it’s the same one)‘s More Than Mind Games.

He sweeps up a lot of the hype and chucks in the bin, leaving us (essentially) with the following: England are playing better than ever before; that includes Beckham; the difference is Eriksson.


Update.  I’m still reading and have found this little gem:

Passion is the resort of those who know that their skill isn’t up to the job

Quite.  Again

22 June 2006
There be racists

Andy Wood was joking about supporting England and being run out of his (Scottish) town.  Seems for some over the border it’s not quite so funny:

A boy aged seven and a 41-year-old disabled man were attacked in separate racist assaults in Scotland for wearing England shirts.

Interesting, as in inaccurate, use of the word “racist”.  Last time I looked Scots were pretty much the same colour as Englishmen.  If these assaults were what they are claimed to have been then, surely, they are nationalist assaults?

10 June 2006
England have a 5% chance of winning the World Cup, according to Danny Finkelstein. Something to bear in mind when we go out in the quarter-finals.

Here we go again but this time is the last time

Another World Cup. And once again I will be cheering on the lads.  Eventually.  It usually takes a little while for my anger at the boorish antics of my fellow England fans to subside sufficiently to allow me to support the team.  In the case of a game against Germany, the chances are that that little while will last the full 90 minutes.

Even so, boorish fans and boorish tabloids notwithstanding, I will scream and shout, cheer and cry and generally attach my emotions to the efforts of the men wearing the three lions.

But this is the last time.

I mean, it’s nonsense isn’t it?  Getting excited about football.  I mean really.  What on earth have the exertions of eleven men wearing red or white got to do with me?  Nothing that I can see.  And even if I could find a positive answer to that question, what would be the point?  Right now, we’ve got the players, the manager, the weather and the venue.  But, it’s all downhill from here.  Never again will the omens be so good.  Even the FA, by appointing an Englishman to be future manager, have tacitly accepted that the game is up.

So, it’s going to be one last hurrah from Beckham and one last hurrah from me.  And that’s it.  Never again.