Today is the long-awaited supreme court decision on the legal basis for Brexit. That is the question. Whether tis nobler to leave the European Union in one go or by slinging arrows and misfortune at the hapless government to force parliament to agree terms. This will affect greatly whether the current Brexiteers maintain the ‘headless chicken’ approach of seeming to not know its arse from its elbow, or adopt a more ignorant course in which right hands know nothing of left-hand’s movements.

So I’m gonna talk about sport. Which is both far more interesting and also greatly less boring than yet more Brexo-bollocks.

For even though my tennis was iced off yesterday morning, there were other events of massive interest occurring all over the weekend, seemingly unbothered by the status of my shoulder or the frost conditions in NW11.

The rugby. England against Australia. The real ‘enemy’ in the rugby world. Scotland may be the ‘Auld enemy’ but that’s only because they can’t speak properly and they’re not very good. Australia has that arrogance and almost limitless facility to cause offence to everyone at the same time. So to beat them (as we did 3 times earlier this year in Aus) is extra special. To beat them at Twickenham after falling behind early on was truly special. Eddie Jones may not be convinced that the England team is magnificent, there’s always ‘work to do’ in Eddie’s world, but we certainly looked the part.

And at almost the very moment that Jonathan Joseph was scoring his second try, 10 miles away in Tottenham, Harry Kane was demonstrating his very own world class status when he scored his second goal in the 5-nil drubbing of Swansea. A team whose organisational skills make Brexit look positively simple.

Earlier Chelsea had gone to Manchester City and beaten them bad. Really bad. And it all went downhill in the end as normally quiet, calm, thoughtful Sergio Aguero attempted to eviscerate David Luiz with the most orthopaedic tackle of the year. A horror tackle. Roy Keane would have been proud of it. Aguero’s red mist turned to a red card and then another was bestowed upon team-mate Fernandinho. Who’s ‘crime’ was attempted strangulation of Cesc Fabregas. On the basis that ‘any act of aggression or violence against Fabregas is good for mankind in general’, the Brazilian should actually have received commendation for his action. But the ref saw it differently.

Poor West Ham’s season took a turn from ‘shit’ to ‘fucking shit!!!’ at the hands of Arsenal and the feet of Alexis Sanchez. I would say ‘poor West Ham’ but instead will say ‘good!’, even though it was Arsenal wot done it.

And finally to Liverpool. Playing at struggling yet classy Bournemouth yesterday. Breezed to a 2-0 lead yet managed to lose 4-3. Ya just gotta love Bournemouth. Because whatever happens they only play one way. The right way. Bless ’em.

Happy Monday

A xxxx