World Cup approaching. The first one about which I will have blogged, as if anyone gave a toss.
Thus far, the world and all its cynicism being what it is, fairly boring. From a football (and humanity) point of view, the injury to Rio is a good thing. Regardless of the persistent injuries and poor form, the man is an out and out cunt. This opinion is in no way partisan either, because his twattishness is entirely independent of his Ragness. Although that obviously doesn't help.
I was disappointed, and a little surprised, about Adam Johnson's exclusion from the squad, and mystified (as ever) by the inclusion of Heskey. There are of course the usual worries about under-performing (or over-emoting) 'superstars' and a premature ejaculation from the tournament.
As far as the tournament goes, well it's not easy to say yet. One could leap on a high horse and lament the drought and starvation on the African Continent amidst the multi million dollar Coke advertising deals, but what would be the point of that? Conversely, one could launch into some maudlin testimony to the basic joy of a few kids kicking a bundle of rags around, as a focal point for the greater benefits the game delivers. But, blah blah blah.
James Corden can fuck off and die. Adebayor on the BBC (wtf???) and Adrian Chiles on ITV. Let's go!