Its the last week of the Easter Holiday 2010, the clocks are one hour forward, our kids won't go to bed because "it can't be bed-time 'cos its still bright outside", the Barbeque is out of the shed, everyone is buying their booze at the Cash and Carry, we've had a baking hot weekend, everytime a top footballer goes down injured the nation winces! It must be World Cup year! Come On England! The England Rugby Team can huff and puff, win scrummages all day and kick for touch at the Six Nations, the Cricket team can beat Bangladesh, India, Pakistan and even the Mother-In-Law. No-one cares, its World Cup Year...Come On England! Even my wife is sweating over the fitness of Rooney's knee, will Ashley Cole be ready? Who's our best Goalie? Who will go instead of Beckham?
I am despite earlier statements about my family being important, checking potential gig enquiries against possible England fixtures! If we finish top, will we meet Germany in the Semi-Finals or Argentina in Round Two, what if we can't beat U.S.A.? It's a mad mad world! If John Terry scores the winner in the final, or marks Lionel Messi out of a crucial game, all the nonsense of my previous posts will be airbrushed from everyone's mind; we'll forget that Steven Gerrard had fisticuffs in Southport, and John Terry was snubbed by Wayne Bridge. Its a very daft world!
To talk sense for one moment, we are weeks away from Election day, Labour could come tumbling down, the new regime could, on the back of a savvy Italian called Capello, benefit from the euphoria of high octane World Cup run and Summer feel-good factor; the Recession will be forgotten. When Tony Blair became Prime Minister back in 1997, Diana died and he reacted before the Queen to the under-belly of Public Opinion and became a champion of the mood of Middle Britain. Is Cameron smart enough to do the same? Time will tell.
