Not long now...

Before Capello's Crusaders march out to the sound of roaring, thunderous, eathquakian heartbeats.
How they boil and explode these steadfast England fans...
I'll wear my cap I suppose.

I said I'd had enough of watching England but, you know how it is, even when something you love gives you grief, you can't stay away.
So I'll zoozoo by vuvu.

Yes still got it. Laying on the windowsill in Monty's bathroom.

And so my lips will purse and blow as some awful band strike up the Bulgarian anthem. But when OUR anthem fills Wembley, I'll be up, clad in fine English attire, tartan kilt and killer heels saluting her Majesty.

I'll also be salivating over the prospect of a Bulgarian BloodBath.

Lovely.