Enger-land pt. 2

Sunday is normally considered a day of rest (and not just for the Trinidad and Tobago back four), so it was a touch unusual to find ourselves tuning in at 10.30pm last night to catch England’s ahem epic finale to the international season.

Reader, it wasn’t quite as we’d originally dreamed it, with JT lifting the European championship trophy to be followed by wide acclaim and nationwide domestic rioting, but instead a piss poor friendly which had so little nutritional content, it might have crawled straight out of Sainsbury’s Back to Basics budget range.

Yup we know it was all about the politics and now we’ve fed the ego of T&T’s Jack Warner, he might vote for us in the second round for the 2018 finals (or not, who’s going to make him, now we’ve played the fixture?).

But really this was of pretty much zero interest with the T&T boys giving the England midfield so much time and space they might have been fielding eleven Doctor Whos.

Now we’ll watch pretty any much football on TV (barring the ladies of course) but this was so one-side even we were forced to call it quits and retreat to bed at half time, like a disinterested dogger who’s suddenly found the windows are far too steamed up to appreciate the action.

On this evidence thank god it’s all over for another season and there’s not a big tournament to occupy our thoughts during this long and hopefully extremely hot summer

...oh wait.