world cup review >> england
fabio capello is loaded. fact. he earns a whopping £6 million a year, for overseeing about ten games a season. he picks up £500,000 a month to continually select a striker who has domestically scored less goals than the nigerian national keeper this season (the nigerian has 8, our lump of a forward heskey has 2), £115,384 a week to pick wright-phillips over adam johnson who he lost his place to at man city. £16,438 per day to continually ignore joe cole, the one player we have who is capable of unlocking the tightest of defences, £684 per hour to play gerrard, the most influential central midfielder in the world out of position on the left, £11.41 per minute to pick ledley king, a centre back with no cartilage remaining in his knee (yep, it's just bone on bone - ouch!), and 19p per second to blow on hair dye to stay looking 'fab'...
but before we turn on fabio capello, with his cute broken english, let’s remember we have probably the best manager in the world cup. tell a lie, actually the top dog is possibly the unofficial manager of north korea, kim jong-il whose conference call half-time team talks of "win or your family gets it" seem to get his repressed players fired up... i never said that by the way, before i face a firing squad.
in our £6 million a year man, we have a leader who oozes authority. he's been successful wherever he has been and perhaps half his problem is that he got us to the world cup with such relative ease that we seemed to all suddenly believe we were going to stroll through the tournament easier than a fox in an east london family home.
ok, so he's not perfect, some of his selections have left us all a little miffed (carragher?! - based on his apparent players in form policy, it should have been craddock!), but lets show some faith! this could still turn out to be amazing! in four weeks time he could be knighted for bringing home the custard covered arm cup. let’s for once ignore the ignorance of the daily mail et al and go mental for england and capello. wave your flags, paint your faces, get so drunk you forget robert green's next howler, shout at the tv, laugh, cry, but above all be grateful you're not north korean...
but before we turn on fabio capello, with his cute broken english, let’s remember we have probably the best manager in the world cup. tell a lie, actually the top dog is possibly the unofficial manager of north korea, kim jong-il whose conference call half-time team talks of "win or your family gets it" seem to get his repressed players fired up... i never said that by the way, before i face a firing squad.
in our £6 million a year man, we have a leader who oozes authority. he's been successful wherever he has been and perhaps half his problem is that he got us to the world cup with such relative ease that we seemed to all suddenly believe we were going to stroll through the tournament easier than a fox in an east london family home.
ok, so he's not perfect, some of his selections have left us all a little miffed (carragher?! - based on his apparent players in form policy, it should have been craddock!), but lets show some faith! this could still turn out to be amazing! in four weeks time he could be knighted for bringing home the custard covered arm cup. let’s for once ignore the ignorance of the daily mail et al and go mental for england and capello. wave your flags, paint your faces, get so drunk you forget robert green's next howler, shout at the tv, laugh, cry, but above all be grateful you're not north korean...
Nice blog, shame you had to mention poor old Ledley's knees and a Wolves player.
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