Andy Wrote:I was told that running would probably do me more good than harm; that I should get back out there; and that I shouldn't be put off trying for Boston.
Bugger.
That's the sort of good news we can all do with hearing
Agree totally on the football - blimey, I don't remember saying that too often.
I feel a
tiny sliver of sympathy with some of the kids up and down the land who won't be painting their faces and flying the St George's Cross next summer, but it is only the weeniest pang and it will be gone in no time.
It'll be a long and painful convalescence. As you say England are at rock bottom. I can't help but see it all encapsulated in the horrific hyperbole that is Fat Frank Lumpard. Or maybe in the nonsense about Beckham's 100th cap - who give a monkeys? You're either right for the team or you're not. Right now Beckham just about holds a place in the squad for his experience of having actually won a few things and owning a decent right foot. That will fade faster than the sickly smile on Brian Barwick's jowls after the draw in Durban if Sir David stays in LA-la land.
Whoever the next manager is - and it might as well be Steve King from the Mighty Rooks as anyone I've heard mentioned - for the love of all things sacred let the FA offer them a paltry base salary with obscene bonuses for actually qualifying for and progressing in tournaments. The so-called 'top managers' won't go for the job . . . so what? If you won't stand or fall by your own results
we don't want you.
Woody Allen? Shearer, Shearer? 'Arry Redknapp?
Leave it art geezer. Between them they're lucky if they've won a game of Bingo. Alright, O'Neil won the European Cup as a player sometime in the mists of the last century, but it's hardly relevant today.
I hope the FA truly consult with 'the game' this time and come up with a radical solution. Not a one-man answer, but an England management team that prohibits the sort of bunker mentality that inevitably comes from the filth hounds of Fleet Street baying for your blood. I can see room for a Shearer type in there, someone to get a boot up a few backsides and call a spade a spade, but only in an assisting capacity.
Right now I don't care too much. Happily there's much more on the positive side of life to embrace.
Like AlmerÃa. And Boston. Come on!
No-no-no-no-no . . . Yesvember
