It seems last night's games were the last we'll see of meaningless international friendlies until the end of the season. If so, I'll have to say I'm thrilled.
For lack of anything vaguely competitive to watch, I was left with channel-surfing, from France v Spain to England v Egpyt. Let's just say this: First, as I've always said, France suck. Which is sad. I used to love the French team, but that was before Raymond Domenech. I'll say it again - that he's turned a great bunch of French nationals into a mediocre team of underperforming twats. They were lucky to get into the finals, and safe to say, they'll probably go out at the Group Stages in South Africa. Domenech should be rather thankful. Manager of England, with the kind of resources he has, and he'd be cooling his heels with Steve Maclaren and working on his Dutch-accented French.
As for Spain. They're my bet. Have always been. Can't see how a Best of Barca-Madrid team with Cesc and Torres thrown in can fail.
England then...regular readers of the Arsewiper will know my sentiments on the England team, so let's just say I was beside myself when Egypt took the lead - through the rather aptly-named Zidan(e). But alas, Crouch saves the day for England (which says alot about England). It's nice every now and then to watch a game hoping for a certain team to lose, but watching it on English TV (in this case ITV) has become more and more painful. The sheer biased-ness of the commentary was nauseating. A bad ref's decision in favour of Egypt and the ref and linesmen are berated - and I would add in rather distasteful nationalistic tones - but an even worse decision allowing Crouch's first goal despite obvious offside is shrugged off with nary a "toodle-oo".
Anyway, I digress. I hate England (the team) and have always said so. May they hold hands with their friends from across the pond and get on the same early flight back from South Africa.
As far as the Arse is concerned then, goal-machine Bent Nick continues with another goal, the Arsh plays for Russia (I presume this means he can at least walk), Cesc comes through fine, and Sagna is punished for 90 minutes. He might need a rest, but with Eboue also occupied with a meaningless international, he may have no other option. Carlos Vela will have to get over jet-lag (again!). Most of our other guys played as well, but I'll have final words for Theo.
Poor Theo. He was quite simply, awful. Nothing worse than awful than being awful in an awful team. At least at Arse, there was some redemption. But with England...
I won't go so far as even mention Chris Waddle, but let's just say that it's got nothing to do with "young" anymore. Rather, it's just his damn injuries. Mark my words. He'll start playing well again, we'll see glimpses of it, and lo and behold, he'll get injured.
Finally, finally, finally. Saturday. Burnley. We need a big win. A really big win. It's been too long since we last had one of those 7-0 whippings. We need one now. 4-0 and we'll go above Chelski. 7-0 and we'll take care of our GD with Man U.
Wonder how many of Burnley's best had their week off with internationals...
Speaking of which, consider this last comment from one of their best, Leon Cort. Brother of one Carl Cort:
"We are going to go there and still throw tackles in because it is a physical game and we are fighting for our lives."
Fighting for their lives. Indeed. Make it 8-0 on Saturday, with Leon Cort dying from his combat injuries in the process. What an idiot.
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