Now look… listen here… sit down and concentrate… try to follow… pay attention…

I want to talk about the nature of sport. The very essence of sportsmanship, of the fundamentals of games, the very basics of what constitutes right and wrong in the modern world. Because sport is a global phenomenon, like McDonalds; its a worldwide event, like dandruff. So it needs to be treated with care and consideration, lest it should give the wrong message to ‘the young’, to the ‘vulnerable’ or to ‘total bastards’.

The purpose of sport is to excel, to win, to claim victory, to vanquish the opponent, to reach the glory, to climb the…

Yeah, winning. But winning isn’t everything, as they say, though losing isn’t anything.

Yesterday afternoon a match was played between the forces of good and the powers of evil. The dark and the light. The good guys, dressed in white, befittingly, under-performed, squandered their chances, they basically failed. They failed themselves, their fans, their God. Or perhaps, just perhaps, it was all part of His will; His masterplan. Perhaps. Only eternity will tell. Or maybe it’ll just feel like eternity. The bad guys had the upper hand and exploited it with precision, with defiant purpose. The devil lives in the details. And he did yesterday.

The Irish won. 19-9. Poor England. Even should they win the 6 Nations there’ll be no grand slam for them in this Rugby World Cup year.

There was very little divine intervention at the Cricket World Cup yesterday either as England lost heavily to Sri-bloody-Lanka.

And in the final evidence that ‘God doesn’t interfere’ with life on Earth, He allowed His very own team to lose the League Cup final at Wembley to Satan’s warriors. Because suffering is what He does best. Jesus Christ suffered, we all have to fucking suffer. To be holy. And Spurs are thus very very holy.

All round a pretty bad day for Goodness and Light. A great day for Jihadi John Terry and Satan.

Let’s hope today is happier,

A xxxx