A Sporting Saturday.

On one glorious October Saturday the fixture list  had been set so that in one afternoon sport could at last come home. Football, Cricket and Rugby at the top of a nations agenda . Personally I had awoken Moody, a restless nights sleep had been had and I was nervous as the cricketers took to the field in Sri Lanka.. But as Sidebottom took the new ball and continued his excellent form I started to feel OKay. The knot of anticipation was now a touch Lewse(y) as real match action had begun.

England were bowling well, and restricted Sri Lanka 211. I was pleased and Shaw we would win from that position, so with excitement growing it was over to Wembley. It was the footballers turn to take centre stage.

For the opening minutes it was  even Stevens but it didn’t take long for England to break the dead lock. Rooney and Owen leading the attack hinted at the great partnerships, Shearer and Sheringham,  Cole and Yorke or even Batman and Robin.Son of Ian Wright ,Shaun ,scored the first goal and from then it was plain sailing.

England Flooded forwarded and scored 2 more goals and to be honest if England had a more accurate Chuter they could have won  by more. Euro 2008 Qualification now looks assured for McClaren and to think only 3 weeks ago he was threatened with the Sack(ey).

So back to Colombo to see the cricketers cruise to victory, but to my dismay England had collapsed and had been defeated the only highlight being a shot from Colly that he flicked of his hip (to) kiss the boundary ropes. I was mildly annoyed. I kicked the Catt. England will need to play better vs the Aussies to win the urn of Ash.Ton or 6 will not go amiss.

All focus was now on the rugby, as the players lined up for the national anthem, the faces of the warriors showed deep pride…with cuts, bruises, misplaced noses and deformed ears some resembled a Picasso painting that would not look out of place hanging at the Tait.

England kicked off and before you had chance to catch breath, Traille did not realise there was no time to dilly dally and Josh Lewsey pounced to score the first try. It was gifted to him and England thought all their Xmas New Years and Easters had been rolled into one.

The game to and fro-d. Kicks were missed by both sides but France had edged ahead at halftime 5-6. Tackling was fierce and England’s golden flyhalf hit the French talisman Chabal so hard it looked like he had stunned by a Regan(ray gun ok ok ok cut me some slack).

In the end it came down to one man…Johnny Wilkinson was the difference and when it really mattered he struck the pen and drop goal that took us to the ultimate Vickery.(say it with a chinese accent) It had been a great day of sport and all that was left was for me to bask in the afterglow of success with just one or two glasses of Sheri.

Sport is coming home. Swing low Sweet Chariots.

Apologies to scrumhalves but if anyone can get Gommershall in I’ll cut my arm off with a rusty pen knife