Saturdays in a nascent football season should be about sitting in smoky pubs with a foaming pint of ale debating the important football issues of the day with your mates before wandering off together down to the match. But not any more. Mr Brown has taken away the delights (and bear in mind I don't smoke) of the smoky pub and has removed from a substantial number of us the ability to afford modern-day football tickets. FIFA and the FA have now conspired to add insult to injury by replacing a day's top-flight football with an international friendly after 4 games of the season. Pooh and more pooh, I say.
About the only excitement I can detect in today's match is figuring out how the goalkeeping pecking order might be affected by the game, James being injured and Foster quite possibly having deselected himself by a not-unreasonable trip home to be at the birth of his child. England really aren't too well-endowed in the GK department, hence the calls for MA1 to be get a call once he has his residency through. Seems a good idea to me (couldn't we have called up Friedel by now??), I can't see what all the fuss is about, have we forgotten Zola Budd or, indeed, half the England cricket team?
I could murder a beer right now, it's hot and muggy and it's been a busy morning, but I've a load more to do so it may have to wait until after biking tomorrow.
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