I never usually bother myself. Being a fan of watching fast, attacking, skilful football, I can’t bloody stand watching England. Its usually a totally dire affair. And apparently the last game plumbed new depths of soporific dreadfulness. Which is quite an achievement for Woy. He seems to be getting even better at producing woefully unimaginative teams, and remaining unbeaten by sending the opposition to sleep.
However, I’ve been working all day, and I fancy grabbing a beer and verging on the sofa. Where I could potentially doze off. I think I might give it a go. Am I mad? Will I die? Will I kid the telly in? Or just weep and despair at the levels the national team have now sunk too?
Anyone else bothering?