Here comes the feast, the four yearly riot of the finest football in the world. If you're a nay-sayer, go on holiday and leave the World Cup for the rest of us. The best news is that Steven Gerrard has been made captain. I have preferred him over the Chelsea ponce all along as he's one of the few England players who seems to actually give a damn when it counts.
The worst news is that, inexplicably, Emile Heskey is in South Africa. I hope against all previous dashed hopes that Heskey can prove me - and thousands of others - wrong and get it right when it counts but his habit of doing precisely stuff all when in an England shirt and constantly getting tired during matches so that he has to repeatedly lie down in the penalty area does not inspire confidence in me.
Put plainly, Peter Crouch scores goals so he'd be my first choice any day. Isn't that why they're there?
Anyway, with Gerrard holding the armband and as long as Wayne 'the sulk' Rooney can control his juvenile temper, it might be time to start dreaming a little. Dare we?
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