World Cup Fever - a Rallying Cry

Only one more day to go before the world's most arrogant, overpaid, philandering tossers show us what they are really made of.  Their chance to stand up and really be counted.  To prove to us,  the expectant nation, just exactly why they are paid such huge sums of money and given such celebrity status.  All front page (and 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th & 6th) sunday tabloid news coverage of illegitimate children, text sex and 3 in a bed romps with wanna be glamour models can be put behind them, well temporarily of course, let's face it the News of the World would go out of business and what on earth would Alica Douvall do now Dean Gaffney's not famous anymore?  

For the next four weeks, let all news of our boys in white be on the back pages.  I want to see Sunday headlines saying 'England Tank the Yanks 4-0' or 'Hat-trick Rooney for Prime Minister' you know that sort of ridiculous nonsense. For all you ladies (and gents) out there who usually couldn't give a fig about football, please I beg, I implore you, watch England, cheer them on, go all council estate and hang a Saint George's flag from an upstairs window.  Get a car flag.  Get behind them.  Our boys need you. Let the hairs on the back of your neck bristle with excitement, with anticipation, with hope. Just to get you in the mood, the best football song ever. (Nothing at all to do with my rather bizarre crush on Frank Skinner by the way, nothing at all...).




C'mon England!