I just shouted at Alexa. I didn’t abuse her, because she’s not a female MP, I didn’t slap her, because she’s a fucking radio and I’d have hurt my hand, and I didn’t even swear. I just shouted at her in a rather unfriendly, slightly unpleasant tone. Because listening to the post-rugby discussion is all well and good, if ‘depressing’ can ever be ‘well and good’, when they’re speaking to Matt Dawson or Will Greenwood or Stuart Barnes or Jonny Wilkinson. But when they ask Alan Shearer what he thought of the match, that was way past my personal limit. I like Alan Shearer. As a person, he seems like a lovely bloke. He was an outstanding football player, scoring the most premiership goals ever. And he seems to have had that incredible career without ever learning anything about the game. Or so it would seem when he commentates as a pundit. So when he starts talking about rugby? RUGBY????

The game was disappointing. Now there’s an understatement. Don’t they know the sacrifices I made to watch that match? Have they no idea the commitment levels required by fans over here? We were up early, we stuck to OUR game plan, we ate three croissants when normally we’d feel guilty about just one, we were queuing up at Coffee Temptation at 8.30 for skinny lattes and a babychino (Lila’s, obvs) to go, and we gave up Tai Chi! I even missed tennis!!! Though due more to weather than incidents in Japan.

But it didn’t happen. England just didn’t even start. Whereas last weekend, and the weekend before, they’d come out with all guns a’blazing, today it was nothing. They started off in trouble and stayed that way for the next 79 minutes. Fortunately I had Lila to distract me, or vice versa, so all wasn’t the total FUCKING NATIONAL DISASTER! it might otherwise had been.

There’s always football. Oh. My. God. Football. Which has got to the point where its almost as bad as Brexit. It takes over our lives, is incredibly divisive and causes one disappointment after another on a weekly basis. If Boris Johnson played football they would just merge into one massive disaster.

But we must be positive. Tomorrow we go to Everton. Because our last trip to the Liverpool area was so successful? Because we like going up north? No. Because we have to. It’s in the rules. And if there is one team in the league who are seemingly less in control of anything they do than Spurs, it is Everton. So in the battle of the incompetent versus the unpredictable (works either way round), anything can happen.

Don’t make me watch more disappointment. PLEASE!!!!

Happy disappointing Saturday

A xxxx