With all this Olympic golden glory going on it’s easy to (temporarily) forget just how shite we can be at conventional sport, but as Burt Bacharach observed 'there is always something there to remind me', in the case the English footy team.A decent call naming John Terry England skipper earlier in the week and to all those surprised Rio didn’t get the nod, well JT’s (whoops that’s banned now under senor Fabio) erm rather Terry’s brand of chest-thumping-lead-from-the-front-never-say-die-bulldog-spirit-three-Lions-tattooed-on-me-soul captaincy is probably just what we need.
However a limpid, some might opine piss-poor display against the Czech's, following some very questionable selections: (Gerrard and Lampard in midfield together again? I thought we’d put that one to bed), make us start to doubt Senor Capello as the true Messiah.
We’ll reserve judgement until Croatia and a proper competitive game when the boys should have at least a modicum of fitness.
Surely it’s too early for the wheels to be falling off already?
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