England vs Croatia tonight. England will qualify for next year's World Cup with a win; a draw would do if Ukraine don't beat Belarus in their game in Minsk. There's a lot riding on England's qualification, IMHO. England in South Africa could be the final push we need to get us out of the mess in which more than a decade of Mr Brown's economic ineptitude has left us. Imagine: a new Government, England at the World Cup Finals, the pubs full of people shouting the lads on, the flags everywhere. Come on England, get us there.
On the team front there don't look to be any surprises likely to be sprung. This game won't be a walkover, but England *should* win it. Perhaps I'll wear my lucky magic pants.
Elsewhere, things carry on as usual. I've got interviews to prepare for and the Boss is ill, so I'm playing nurse, too. Sadly I don't get to wear the uniform. This afternoon sees the fortnightly visit to Gordon's House of Grey Despair. No joy there.
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