Especially after an exhausting weekend of footie and scrunchies, which reminds me I must, after writing this, grab my ankles in a desperate manner. Could look horrible, especially if I lay in the hall in front of the mirror wearing an of the shoulder number.
What a silly way to start the week!
Benefits will be obvious though...
At11ish ITV4 will be teasing us with a warm-up prog about the first match...Holland v. Denmark Why has bacon come to mind? Anyway straight after the little appetiser over to ITV1 for the main meal.
Talking of main meals, sometime around 1ish I'll fortify myself with a couple of cream crackers and a pint of water. Not a believer in overdoing lunch, tends to zonk me out all afternoon and I can't be zonked when Japan bow down to the mental Macaroons. This is a game I've been looking forward to and I'm not sure why. Could be that I see small and meticulous Japan getting bounced all over the field by the all dancing, all jiggling Cameroon.
Ought to be a corker!
During the match I'll try to keep my mind off of singular pies.......
All football and no dusters makes for a disreputable gaff so at half time I'll move the dust from one surface to another and scribble down a list of groceries. By the way I've lugged my favourite old pine table back into the front room but oh dear did I need to cover it. It is a very old coffee table and has the scars to prove it, so out with sense and in with a lovely lace tablecloth. Sweet and Victorianesque but it does shift around about, especially when Monty skates...Especially when my legs are on it.
Where was I?
Nope. No idea.
I very much doubt I'll have time to sort through poems today (competition calls) because all this football is taking me far away and this evening, as I dish up a very small one-man pie, no pie for me thank you John, Italy will face Paraguay, shouldn't that be the other way around? At any rate this should be another split lip busted brain affair:)
Now I really must leave the intertubes and get prostrate:)
Ta ta!
Showing posts with label Japan team. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Japan team. Show all posts
Monday, 14 June 2010
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Quick Report...England 2 Japan 1
Many thanks to Japan's Tulio who gave the game to England with two own goals.
Frank Lampard missed a penalty after stuttering before his kick. Capello though insisted afterwards that Lampard will still be Penalty Man in the World Cup...
Rooney was for me Man of The Match, his energetic runs and passionate floorings left the others looking like Sunday players in Witham.
We did see a blaze of his infamous temper though and that is something even Maestro Capello can't curb. I liked it, I want to see Wayne red faced and like a boy with tuppence in his pocket and hunger in his heart. No amount of millions can get rid of the dirt from under his finger nails. He reminds me of Gazza. Wildly talented with ammo in his brain and boots.
We struggled in the first half, allowing Japan to score after only six minutes. I dropped a carrot. I expect the boys were out of sorts and a little on edge knowing that the boss was making notes about who and who not would be on the plane.
Their anxiety showed. It was a game played by fidgety men.
Halfway through the tension on the pitch made its way to the bosses bench when Capello and Japan's manager gesticulated in an unfriendly fashion. Arm waving is the one sure fire way for managers to express their feelings. I was more than happy to see Fabio turn blue because he is a spirited animated man. A man with beautifully cut suits who doesn't mind them getting splattered with raindrops. He doesn't use an umbrella.
If England are to do well in the World Cup Capello will need, in the next ten days, to talk to his squad using every English word in his warm vocabulary.
We need to come out against the USA knowing we can win, knowing we can serve up delicious platters of succulent football, if we don't the Press and I will have their hearts for starters.
Goodnight.
Frank Lampard missed a penalty after stuttering before his kick. Capello though insisted afterwards that Lampard will still be Penalty Man in the World Cup...
Rooney was for me Man of The Match, his energetic runs and passionate floorings left the others looking like Sunday players in Witham.
We did see a blaze of his infamous temper though and that is something even Maestro Capello can't curb. I liked it, I want to see Wayne red faced and like a boy with tuppence in his pocket and hunger in his heart. No amount of millions can get rid of the dirt from under his finger nails. He reminds me of Gazza. Wildly talented with ammo in his brain and boots.
We struggled in the first half, allowing Japan to score after only six minutes. I dropped a carrot. I expect the boys were out of sorts and a little on edge knowing that the boss was making notes about who and who not would be on the plane.
Their anxiety showed. It was a game played by fidgety men.
Halfway through the tension on the pitch made its way to the bosses bench when Capello and Japan's manager gesticulated in an unfriendly fashion. Arm waving is the one sure fire way for managers to express their feelings. I was more than happy to see Fabio turn blue because he is a spirited animated man. A man with beautifully cut suits who doesn't mind them getting splattered with raindrops. He doesn't use an umbrella.
If England are to do well in the World Cup Capello will need, in the next ten days, to talk to his squad using every English word in his warm vocabulary.
We need to come out against the USA knowing we can win, knowing we can serve up delicious platters of succulent football, if we don't the Press and I will have their hearts for starters.
Goodnight.
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