Mystic Peg

I have to stop making predictions. I mean I really have to.

Only last week in this column, I pointed out that England would lose to the French at the footy. I was right, but never could I imagine that it would happen in such a horrible way. We actually played well, until our genius of a manager brought on that clown-shoes Heskey, who promptly fell over a lot and gave away the free kick at the end. He probably didn't receive his pre-match cuddle from the manager.

We all knew it would happen, but now it has it doesn't help matters. And also, it appears that is links in quite well with my previous post about clowns. Heskey certainly has now claimed his place among the ranks of the grease-painted freakos, we are sure he will fit in there well.

Oh well, it will improve. All we need to do now is win all our remaining games and then we got a chance of getting our own back on the French.

Pictures from the weekend to follow very soon.