Like most of the disappointed and heartbroken nation, I watched England crash out of the European Cup last night.

However, I am not distraught about the result, I’m not a massive football fan anyway (in fact, since the relocation and re-branding of Wimbledon FC to MK Dons, I am quite bitter about the whole thing) and I only watched the game in the hope that I would see one of the biggest, most colossal cock ups in the recent history of sport.

You see, it amuses me that all that money (salary, sponsorship deals, merchandise), has been lost due to this result 3-2 result. I hope the fatcats have learnt their lesson (chances are they haven't and this will all happen again). As I said, I am not a big follower of football, which leads me to say I am by no means an expert on the sport. However, I would like to think that I am intelligent enough not to invest millions of pounds in the outcome of a 90 minute match.

I don’t feel sorry for McClaren, I don’t feel sorry for the players and I certainly don’t feel sorry for the FA – They’ve all earned and seen more money than I can ever dream or hope to. It just amazes me that other people don't see it the same way and are happy to pay £50 for a football shirt that probably cost £10 to make, or £100 odd for a ticket to the match, only to come out wet, drunk and upset. Working class game my arse... It's become more of a mugs game if you ask me.

On a separate note, while I was watching the game. Holly came in and started asking me questions about it.

“Is that Terry Venables?” She asked,
“Yes”
“And he is the England manager?”
“No, he is the assistant manager”
“So who is the manager then?”
“That would be that guy next to him, McClaren”
“Right… And he was going to go into the jungle?”
“No, that was Malcolm McClaren, he managed The Sex Pistols, not the England football team”