Back of the Net. Sweet!

I don't tend to look ahead too much but I am now. Looking ahead a few days to next Saturday the 14th when my beloved England get to kick a ball into the back of the Brazilian net:)
The cutesy laddish knockabout is being held at the Khalifi International Stadium in Doha, Qatar.
HAVE YOU GOT THAT?

I'm wondering where Mr Capello will position Becks, will he be on the field for the full 90 or will he be languishing on the bench for half the blooming match. I just don't know. Talking of things I don't know...I don't know whether or not Cheryl should have married Ashley Cole. But back to reality...

This football lovers erotic dream will be shown on ITV, but I don't know at what time. An evening kick off might clash with another spectacularly favourite Saturday night event...The X Factor. Hmmm! I am hoping that the game takes place roundabout lunch time so I can oggle the footie all afternoon whilst I roast some pork ribs, then, at 8 p.m., flash my magnificent teeth at Dermot O'Leary:)

But before all that nonsense I need to:
Polish my Abdotrim torture machine:(
Learn "You must be joking Ref" in a foreign language:)
Go to the dentist:(



On a lighter note:
I can stretch my legs back over my head so they touch the headboard. Found this out a week last Monday after Googling 'yoga positions for the over 50's'.