Well, isn't it just the funniest thing. You see, pool 'ole Frank Lampard and the rest of the England team - forced to endure a long flight from Londong to Qatar, on a charter, designed for short-hauls, without flat beds, and were of course, shocked to find seats that barely reclined.
Then, pool 'ole Lamps get off the plane, and during their first training session, does something to his rather strained and tested thigh muscle. Oh dear. Oh me. Oh my. Read all about it.
Shit, you gotta feel sorry for these dudes. Usually, this would only have marginal entertainment value to me, but the fact that this has led to his missing the Arse match only makes me smile. I suppose if Chelski lose, they'd really friggin' sue to FA for what they did to the dude.
Why not this then: Romano Bloodybitch now just flies all his star players in the lap of luxury (preferably in the lap of a blonde Russian beaut) to and from all internationals. I mean, c'mon. Why not. In any case, with the wages they have, why did they have to depend on the FA? Couldn't Lamps have at least used his miles and asked for an upgrade?
Oh well. Entertainment value has expired.
Sheeet. There's really nothing happening. Nothing. Zip. It's a Saturday tomorrow, and nothing.
So it has to be then: Ireland v France at 2000 hrs GMT, and Portugal v Bosnia-Herzegovina half an hour later. Put some money on it: draw for both ties!
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