Sepp has resigned. The ancient Swiss tosser has fallen on his sword, despite the ‘resounding success’ of being voted to continue as president of FIFA just last Friday. Which itself was a meaningless endorsement of a flawed and failed man by the very cronies responsible for the current shambles in World Football.

No-one should hold a position of power for 17 years. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. So true. And so relevant. Which is why Spurs Paul told me just the other day how two terms as president should be ‘it’. Sepp overstayed his welcome and has either retired because he feels ‘its the right thing to do’ as he is figure of contempt and hatred in the entire footballing community, or because now the FBI are ‘interested’ in his activities and it’ll all come out. Maybe that he wasn’t just the most totally incompetent and blinkered CEO in the history of everything, a naive but noble blind man, but maybe because he was involved in a more active way. We shall see.

And we need a re-vote on the World Cups for 2018 and 2022. And rather sharpish, I reckon.

Meanwhile we lost the cricket. But ‘drew the series’. Of two tests. Why have just 2? I know the Aussies are chomping at the bit to start the Ashes but couldn’t we have squeezed in a third test against New Zealand just to avoid the result of 10 days of cricket producing a tie?

Never mind, there’s always rugby. And there’s always headline-grabber (for all the wrong reasons) Danny Cipriani. The ‘wonderkind’ who blew into our lives as ‘the next Jonny Wilkinson’, the skills, the precocious talent, the sweet left boot, when he was very young. Then he ran off with Kelly Brooke and you couldn’t really blame him for that. But a series of ‘disciplinary issues’ have wrecked this young career. Which has had more restarts than… something that’s been re-started a lot. Dropped by England for nighclubbing when he should have been training, then fighting with teammates. He was exiled to Australia, where ‘discipline’ is a bit different as biting, kicking and head-butting are just ‘no problem, mate’, but he crossed the line and was suspended in Melbourne. He got hit by a fucking bus, for God’s sake. Whilst on a pub crawl in Leeds. And now… and now…

He played for an England team on Saturday against a Barbarians side (who weren’t very good). He was brilliant, he was the star, scored two tries, kicked hundreds (ish) of points, governed the whole show in a total rout as England amassed 72 points. There was instant talk of inclusion in the World Cup squad (not the Sepp world cup, the other one) at either outside half or full-back.

Then, that very night, he was stopped for drink driving. What a plonker. Stuart Lancaster, rightly, doesn’t play people in trouble with the law or with the RFU. So in all likelihood, Danny has shot himself in the foot. For the 19th time. Shame for him, shame for us, cos we love Danny.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx