I'm not going to South Africa. So instead I'm gonna try and watch a bit if not all of every game at work, or at home or in a bar or wherever. On the telly. With a beer. And I'm gonna predict who I think is gonna win. And talk about football stuff. So there.

Sunday 23 May 2010

Bad Times For Cows

Aside from non-footballing wives and soccer shy blokes, it's cows that must be dreading the World Cup the most. I've already been invited to three barbecues for the England v USA game. So it looks like a lot of beef is going to get charred on griddles this summer. Sunshine, football and fat oozing burgers with a smidgeon of salad look like being the order of the 30 days of the World Cup. I'd suggest any cows reading this should head for the hills.