Same Old Shite

Fabio Capello, who douesn't resemble the Swedish tosser with his half hearted, half blind comments suggested his side "played with good football, good style", proving that on the other side of that well-tailored shirt collar lies a shiny brass neck. A bit like the Swede actually. Anybody with two fully functioning eyes and a minimum of four brain cells in their heads will be able to attest, the game against the Czech Republic was worse than anything England ever served up under Shecond-Shoish Shteve. Or Graham Taylor. Or Don Revie. Or Walter Winterbottom. Admittedly the side were only playing with 10 men, Frank Lampard limiting his contribution to a 78th-minute cameo, when he reacted to his number coming up on the subs' board by crunching up his face in anger so it looked like the remains of a Sunday dinner being swept down a waste disposal machine.
At least England's Brave John Terry, whose calm captaincy skills were on show as he desperately tried to claw Milan Baros's shirt off his back instead of stopping him turning and scoring, knows there is a desperate need for improvement. And to this end he is going to sit down with Capello and dissect the performance in tactical terms with a view to laying down a long-term development strat... no, hold on, they're going to FRASH FINGS AHT and GERT FINGS ORFT AHR CHESTS. "The manager will FRASH FINGS AHT and we will GERT FINGS ORFT AHR CHEST," promised EBJT in the historically fruitful English debating style. "That will be very private. The manager makes the big decisions. We can give our opinion but he is the one who makes those big final decisions."
Wow, that's generous of him. Whether EBJT would be so happy should Capello settle on the big decision that really needs to be made - the sacking off of the whole effing lot of them, to be replaced with hungry players who don't see an England cap as their birthright - went unrecorded.