Normally this is a horrible time of the year. When the football season finishes. The hiatus. Mind the gap. But this year we have a World Cup to look forward to. Even though its going to be all late night matches because of the time differences.

And due to those late kick-offs (in UK time, as if anyone else’s time is important) they’re going to extend pub opening hours to enable unemployed drunks to watch the 11pm starting matches in the comfort of their own Lamb To The Slaughter, having already been drinking since about 6.30 that evening. So the government is sorting out these extended licences and they are working out the possible scenarios. And have decided that the chances of England getting into the knock-out stages of the competition are pretty remote. And that’s our own government. Another vote of confidence for English football.

But before that starts we have the inevitable ‘spring cleaning’ at football clubs. Which for Spurs, inevitably, means getting rid of the manager. Its a ceremony we perform every year. Gives us a clean start next term. Refreshes the parts. And also this is the time of year when the transfer market goes into a frenzy. Because if you wait til after the Cup to buy star players their stock may have risen and you can no longer afford them come August.

Tim Sherwood had to go. So said Daniel Levy. Because the players don’t like Tim, the board don’t like him, the fans don’t like him and even his wife’s not that keen. However, if you adopt an ‘appointment by popularity’ paradigm, surely Daniel Levy should be the first to go. Everyone hates the Chairman. And how about our director of football? What a waste of space not just he is, but the whole concept of such a role. And if you accept the importance of a Baldini then surely, after last year’s disastrous wasting of 100 million quid on worthless mediocrity, he should be replaced too, with someone who knows his backside from the bend in his arm.

We need a ‘big manager’ to keep the players happy, otherwise they’ll leave. The phrase “FUCK’EM!!!” probably best summarises my own feelings on ‘player power’, as we describe the throwing of toys out of prams by the world’s most moronic, overpaid divas that council estates and trailer parks can produce. Players so loyal, so devoted, so passionate about ‘the shirt’ that if that shirt is not in the Champions League next year, then bollox, I’m leaving. Rather than playing better to improve your club to the point where all deserve entry to that most hallowed of competitions, they’d just leave and go to Chelsea, who are already there. All the glory, none of the work. Great ethic.

But Brazil; wow. I love Brazil. I love Brazillians (especially those beach volleyball ones), I love the whole thing. The fact that the nation has essentially bankrupted itself building a bunch of stadia with no plans for after July. Maybe they’ll become shopping malls? Maybe a prison (honest, that’s one possible plan), maybe housing? And will it all be finished in time?? Are there enough workers left in that country to complete the works after so many have died in the construction so far??

Didier Deschamps has the right idea about the world cup. Its not about players, its about teams. So Samir Nasri, petulant little French shit, may be a great player but if he’s a sub he moans, whinges and upsets other player, so Didier has left him behind. In Paris. Or Manchester. Like I care.

Oh well, bit late today cos much to be done in order to escape. At the airport now waiting for flight to Tel Aviv. Taking our baby daughter to the seaside for a few days.

Shalom,

A xxxx