Pig Sty Avenue

I'm on to the third of the above, with the last one being in the post and expected over my third glass of wine later this evening. And I've remembered now why I've avoided the supporting of England for the last two or three World Cups.  It was done in psychic defence. One knows about these things, being a Newcastle supporter.  Speaking of which, thank God we had no players in that squad of numpties.  And our team can look significant members of the top Premier League teams in the eye and think, "You were shit."  Ha' way the lads.

...Or something.   The Germans, ditto.   But as for Rooney, the cheeky little twat , only several goals from him on Wednesday will stop me shouting and swearing at the telly.

I need to check this out when I get time. It's good to be getting some time with Herself and The Bairn, but England's a bit shit, isn't it?

He's got it all wrong, here . We should be getting Mourinho at Newcastle. Allardyce should go away and manage England. Or, if the fuck-heads at the FA don't want him, he should go away in any case. And where will Shearer fit into the fandango , eh? There are plenty of candidates, and there's obviously going to be a big reshuffle in British football overall in the next few weeks and months. My favourites are Shearer for The Town and Mourinho for England. At least they don't do that indecorous gum chewing .

It's not very often I find myself agreeing with a fella who is not only ex-Man U., but Sunderland Manager as well. However, Roy Keane sums it up well, here . "Too many big heads" was just one of the thoughts that occurred during the match last night. Another one was: a fucking crap pub team . And: s choolboys all chasing the ball . Oh yeah, and: millionaires who should stick to flash cars and whores, that's all they're good for . Wankers. And don't even get me started on the fucking manager ... As for Croatia: they defended efficiently, kept possession, and took their opportunities to score. That's what we call football . Remember that? FFS! Actually, a few weeks ago I asked my Croatian mate Ognjen why the team were so good, and he said that it was because of the sport and leisure provision: every village or small suburb has its leisure or sports centre, everyone's doing sport. Unlike the English, a bunch of fat twats sitting on our fat arse...