I have tomorrow booked off. No way I'm going to suffer a 3pm kick-off in this office, where they haven't even turned a TV on yet. Other floors have the games on because we can hear them react to incidents. But we have to pretend to work while watching the games on our computers, a few crucial seconds behind the live TV action. It's so unfair!
I haven't addressed the England v Algeria incident (you can't really call it a game) and I don't think I ever will. Mere words cannot do justice to those 90 minutes, which many felt lasted three hours, an incident so lacking in incident that many suspect it never really took place and was a collective hallucination that enslaved the entire world. Experts say it was the worst game of football since history began and I suppose we should at least be proud that 'our boys' were at the heart of such a non-event.
Encouraging signs for England: none really, although I enjoyed John Terry's call for revolution. All the lads were on his side, he reckoned, but when it came to the crunch they pretended not to know him and Capello gave him one of his stern looks and JT remembered he wasn't actually captain anymore, and didn't say a thing. Still, if all his outburst does is remind Capello that Joe Cole's in the squad...
At least we're not like France. They're having a World Cup meltdown.
And Italy are just as bad as us, with their two draws, and they always end up in the final. So what I'm saying is... don't worry, we'll be fine, we'll win 2-0. (And then go out to Serbia.)
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