Fingers crossed

I thought I might need to rant at some length about England being in the world cup final. Not least because of  so much of the media nonsense, the same stuff that happens every time, about how “they’re our closest neighbour so by rights we should support them”. Rubbish.

But then, in a surprise saving grace, Kevin Myers said it for me, and thus I shall quote:

“I have to admit this morbid phobia, that causes me to start from my slumbers, shrieking; for if, God help us, the English win, we’re doomed to yet more,and perhaps terminal, doses of that fell and revolting Twickers’ affliction: smugby, or even worse, smugger.”