I’ve just sat through the ‘2006 World Cup‘ draw, partly because I have a tenuous interest in football and partly because I’m just very into the whole ‘shared experience’ thing. (Plus it helps rekindle my memories of Italia’90 and Gary Linekar’s thighs. Best. Thighs. Ever!). The Germans put on a very star-spangled affair – it was like Eurovision but without the bad singing. Excellent.
For some reason, FIFA believe England are one of the top eight teams in the world. I think they must have got us mixed up with the cricketers that did so well this year… somehow I don’t think the skills will interchange… plus I don’t think they’ll let us win just because it rains.
We get to play Paraguay, Trinidad & Tobago (isn’t that two countries… cheating already?) and Sweden. We ought to be able to beat them all… some one said that OUT LOUD on the TV and didn’t ‘knock on wood’ afterwards, so be prepared for an ass whooping.
The first game is against Paraguay in Frankfurt on my 37th birthday (no, no, no, that’s not 12 years away, it’s in just six months time – 10th June)!
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