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.

Friday, 28 May 2010

Feign Injury In Training. Get name in papers.

That's all any international footballer has to do right now. Go down and stay down on the practice pitch and a nation will hold its breath. A journalist skulking in the bushes will file some copy about an injury scare. An editor back at base will run a scaremongering headline about Player X's worrying fall. Player X will hobble off to the treatment room and put their feet up for a bit, happy in the knowledge that little fall will have kept them in the public eye back home.