Quote of the tournament . . .
I WAS always taught that actions speak louder than words.
A hell of a lot of hot air has come out of the England camp in the past few days. They might not be filling their boots in South Africa, but England’s players and their manager have had no problem filling column inches.
First Fabio Capello had a pop at his players in the wake of the Algeria debacle and then the fan that found his way into the dressing room gave them another blast.
And the verbals kept on coming. John Terry shot from the hip when taking a swipe at his boss before all was surprisingly calm at a showdown squad meeting.
Since then we’ve had Frank Lampard stressing all is well aboard the good ship England before Capello held his hands up to making mistakes in the opening two games.
But now they’ve got all that off their chests, it is time to do some talking on the pitch.
It might be squeaky bum time, but there can be no more stuttering and stumbling.
The United States stalemate and the Algeria draw are history. We The World Cup competition might not be two weeks old, but there will be no greater words spoken than those of the French sports minister Roselyne Bachelot. want and need England to deliver a fine footballing statement as they book their place in the second round.
There can be no hiding behind systems and selections, Capello and his players have an hour-and-a-half to restore their reputations and silence their critics.
Slovenia – a nation of just two million people and with only 30,000 registered players - are minnows. They should be swept aside with a minimum of fuss.
BUT it won’t all be bad if Slovenia advance at England’s expense – their tourist board are offering us discounted holidays.
There’s 25 per-cent off if they reach the quarter-finals; 50 per-cent if they make it to the semis and a full refund if they go all the way.
She said of her country’s players: “I told them they could no longer be heroes for our children.
“They have destroyed the dreams of their countrymen, their friends and supporters.” who took no prisoners.
He is a successful manager who takes no nonsense.
And he is a co-commentator who says what he thinks.
McCarthy’s blunt comments and deadpan delivery stand him out as a rose among the many thorns offering their views on the World Cup.
A couple of his crackers during Argentina versus Greece last night were: “The Greeks have only gone and told Papaststhopoulos to go and man-mark Messi. Haven’t they got a player called Smith who could do the job?” and “I’ve got a camera on me now which tells you how bad the game is!”
FINAL score from yesterday afternoon: Bafana Bafana 2, Buffoons Buffoons 1.
France’s inglorious exit was sealed as their 10 men went down to a host nation who also join them on the sc- rapheap.
The only difference is that while South Africa became the first hosts to fall at the first hurdle, they bowed out with their heads held high.
Their people can be proud of their efforts. The simple fact is they just weren’t good enough to advance.
On the other hand French pride is probably at the same level as a snake’s stomach after their shambolic World Cup campaign. It’s been brouhaha rather than ooh la la!
And the majority of their many problems have been self-inflicted.
A striker sent home, a skipper dropped after being lambasted by his national media and a coach who will hardly leave a lasting legacy.
Raymond Domenech and his bunch of bitching players have managed to enrage a whole nation and even pee off the president.
My suggestion is to ban the hundreds of drugged-up cyclists from
A FELLOW journalist once told me that if you mention certain products in a newspaper column, you might just get free stuff.
He once name-checked some kind of food (it was a long time ago and he has eaten a lot of food) and then received a big cardboard box-load of the stuff with compliments.
I’m not sure it really works though. My colleague Alan Swann tells me the only thing he has ever received is an egg being hurled at his head from a passing vehicle as he walked over Crescent Bridge.
I would much prefer bacon myself. I also like Dominos Pizza, Pringles, Butterkist popcorn, Wagon Wheels, Pepsi Max and Corona.
Should any of those companies wish to send me goods to help me get through this sofa-bound assignment, I will be happy to receivethem.
And after spending so much on my current one, the wife reckons we need a new sofa as well. Nudge, wink.