The World Cup seen from Chicago
I learnt a valuable lesson last night: Don't go drinking after an England game with two twentysomethings because nothing good will come out of it. Something my stomach found out this morning.
Anyway from what I remember we looked like world beaters in the first half with Rooney lively and Joe Cole doing his best Pele impressions, the Swedish goalie called his goal lucky!
But after the break we looked like we couldn't beat an egg as the back four became Steve Dowman clones. Oh well it was enough for us to avoid the Germans and another probable brave but utlimately futile exercise and we limber up on Sunday afternoon against Ecuador instead.
I will be back in London on Sunday so it will be nice to be squashed into a pub full of fat drunk English blokes and not some of the clowns that were in Fado
yesterday, three in particular who insisted on shouting complete twaddle to each other during the game. Clearly footie-pub-watching etiquette does not belong here.
The Swedes on the other hand were very entertaining and worth watching though! And someone please remind me again why Eriksson took Theo Walcott?