Kicking a Man When He's Down
Well that’s it then. England is out of another World Cup. A further blast of patriotism wasted on a bunch of philandering, cuckolding over paid underachieving juveniles. Now there’s just the tennis and the very English Mr Murray. Of course he’ll be Scottish again by the end of the week. Anything less than a place in the final and his roots will start to show once more. I’ve never really supported any national team in sport. Well, I lie - I got quite excited when Torvill and Dean were in the world championships in Bolero year. I can’t understand how a blanket belief in ones country can help perfectly reasonable people look past the facts. I suppose it’s a kind of faith. Well if football is the modern religion, then this is the point when I have to own up to being an atheist. At least it will stop the current craze for all those chavvy little flags protruding from cars. I’ve had a reasonably quiet week, so managed to watch a fair bit of the tennis, and managed to find space...