And just like that we’re back from the land of Po, where we’ve been accompanying the normally less-than-devout Mrs Spurt as she watched her niece Now we don’t usually ‘do’ Fridays considering them the day of spurting rest as we’ve often noted in the past, but due to the lack of recent updates we thought we’d better ‘knock one out’ just in case you thought we’d died or gone senile or something.
And so it is to the ahem highlight of the sporting week, England’s ahem mighty 2-0 victory over Uncle Sam’s yanks (in your face George Bush!), which as our mate Misogyny Mike noted was like “having sex with a fat bird, not exactly pretty to watch, but if you closed your eyes at the appropriate moment, you usually get the right result in the end.’
So what did we learn and what would our esteemed advice be to Senor Fabio (we know he tunes in occasionally for help with the long words and more importantly, we’re considered a set text on the Sporting English for Foreigners primer)?
Well, we look solid enough at the back and JT, Rio and Ashley Cole are naturals although Wes Brown might eventually have to make way for Micah Richards when he returns.
Even ‘Calamity’ looks solid between the sticks and there’s a phrase we never thought we’d end up writing, but fair play to David James, he’s earned the number one slot until the next high profile howler.
Up front Rooney’s natural position is support striker (and angry young man) and we need Owen fit and ready for the qualifiers when things begin in earnest next Autumn. The alternatives are sparse, Crouch provides a ganglier and much underated option, but Defoe failed to convince and looks set for more bench warming duties in the near future. Dean Ashton may well get his chance.
Midfield? Ah the ever tricky equation. In the centre it’s Gerrard or Lampard for us, which means it’s Stevie G, who, dovetailing with Gareth Barry looks the best combo right now. Hargreaves is a great enforcer in the Makele role and it’s two or even all three of these which should form the core of midfield with Becks or Bentley on the right, Joe Cole an alternative on the left.
Easy as, that’ll be six million quid Mr FA.
