After England's abysmal performance yesterday against the USA, and France's equally abject draw against Uruguay the day before, it's time for some hard analysis of the kind you don't find in the media, by turns fawning and bloodthirsty.
Why indeed do we put ourselves through the misery of watching a bunch of second-raters like England or France? Partly, I think, in the forlorn hope that the lads or les bleus might actually win and progress in the competition (still on the cards, of course). Deep down we are all patriotic. Partly in the even more remote hope that we might be capable of producing the sort of silken football displayed by Argentina yesterday. And partly because we can always fall back on what has become our favourite pastime: taking an axe and hacking the English football team and its manager to pieces! Wayne "Roonaldo"? Please! Emile Heskey? The greatest "striker" since Roger Hunt?
Yesterday's match was also marred by the brazen tactics adopted by the Yanks. At times you could almost believe that they had been instructed by their manager to prevent England from winning and even to beat them! It's difficult for Rooney and his chums to shine in such circumstances.
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