Sue's Sports Starter by Sue_Thearle

Okay my friends. Let’s get the football out of the way now. Rubbish, poo, rubbish. I was so disgusted when the 4th goal went in, I pottered into the kitchen and made fish pie. Now that is the kind of backbone which made this country great – cooking in the face of adversity... I can highly recommend it. Admittedly it was about 100 degrees in there, but it was preferable to the footballing humiliation unfolding before our eyes in Blomfontein.

To analyse it briefly, I think it is largely the fault of the Premier League and the FA. The Premier League is over-dominated by foreign players (because they are better). Any decent young English player who does emerge, sees pound signs rather than international caps and goes to a top-flight club, where he then spends his life getting splinters in his bum on the bench. Theo Walcott, who didn’t even make the squad, is a classic example of that. They don’t play enough, don’t improve enough and don’t have a prayer now in major tournaments......

The FA is controlled by a bunch of men in blazers who care more about their regional fiefdoms than the future of the sport. They have a hopelessly outdated Corinthinian view of the game and getting them to change the organisation would be like asking turkeys to vote for Christmas. I don’t know what the players think and frankly I don’t care. There I have ranted and feel so much better for it. Any thoughts or suggestions gratefully received, oh and FYI, the fish pie was a triumph.....

Happily I am at Wimbledon where the sun is shining and we can all briefly hang on to the fantasy that Andy Murray could win the title here. He won’t, but at least we can still dream. And despite a week of mainly, as predicted, sitting on my bum, I have been forcing myself to do some exercise. I have done two runs and one gym session in the first week and am planning to do at least the same if not more in week two. I would have gone out again this morning, but for the fact I was awoken early by the sound of the cat retching on the bedroom floor. It was 5.15am.

He was swiftly dispatched, only to be followed by my son appearing at 5.45am to request a trip to the toilet. He is perfectly capable of taking himself. I think he just wanted to see if the cat’s grass-filled vomit had left a stain. It had. So you see it is easy to move on from the football.....there are so many other pressing issues to deal with....