Now it’s back to the boring English footy

YOU know that week between Christmas and New Year?

When the presents are all open, the best of the grub’s gone and you’re stuck watching The Spy Who Loved Me on ITV4?

Your mum and dad are on the verge of divorce, you’re gutted you didn’t get the one sodding present you actually wanted, and everyone around you is flat broke?

Post Olympics and Paralympics, that time is now. The crushing hangover has begun.

The equivalent of watching sluggish Boxing Day Premier League action is replaced by something far worse: International football.

Who can honestly say they’ll be able to watch any football match any time in the coming weeks and not wish you were instead witnessing unparalleled feats of athletic brilliance in a stadium for kings?

Cynics

I was among many of the cynics who predicted London 2012 would be a calamitous, expensive, embarrassing farce.

So I’m delighted to have a made a complete c*** of myself in that department.

But the problem with having such a brilliant month of sporting spectacle is that it’s turned a huge magnifying glass on our national game.

F*** me – after watching the wincing violence of wheelchair rugby, or demolition derby as I prefer to call it, who’ll be the first to chuck a javelin at the likes of Luis Suarez when they roll over in imaginary pain?