It occurs to me, being a Scot, that Rabbie Burns’ famous poem To a Mouse would be appropriate to celebrate the panache, style, elan and passion demonstrated by the Ingerland team as they disappointed, yet again, a nation of optimists. The English translation follows…
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty
Wi bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle.
[Small, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
O, what a panic is in your breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With hurrying scamper!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.]
The good news is that all the hyperventilation and hyperbole about ‘OUR BOYS’ will die down. I have enjoyed the World Cup – the tweets, the hubris….. the schadenfreude (Particularly the Schadenfreude – a rather good German word) It’s just a pity that Ingerland aren’t very good at playing football as a team. When the German goal keeper kicked the ball up field and a German player ran after it, unchallenged in any meaningful way by defenders, and kicked it into the Ingerland goal, I marvelled. It just got more and more surreal after that. Someone on Twitter said that a Labour MP blamed the Coalition CUTS for the lack in the English defence.
I do feel sorry for the fans – especially those who spent a lot of money getting out to South Africa. I think there should be a class action to sue the English FA for misrepresentation, deception, passing off and, indeed, badly and perhaps we could even chuck in a bit of nervous shock mixed with Rylands v Fletcher. Some of those German players who escaped were pretty dangerous. That would be new law, but good law!
I even put my Admiral avatar on for the occasion. I end my coverage of this lamentable World Cup with this…
Back to law tomorrow……
Not all bad though. England Cricket Team beat Australia in the One Day International and win the series 3-0. Perhaps The Ashes in Australia is a realistic proposition?
Best, as always