Saturday, June 08, 2002
My Mrs thought she was doing her wifely duty when she woke me at 7.30 am to watch the football. She hadn't grasped that South Africa v Slovenia was not too high on my agenda after celebrating Englands win. The terrible match did nothing to alleviate my hangover. The only entertainment was provided by the South African coach doing the funky chicken when they scored.
Italy were done a massive injustice and will raise some sort of objection. Nothing will come of it, but it's a shame such important games should suffer from sheer incompetence. It's a pity Croatia should benefit from it too, there is more than a whiff of the Fascist about that nation, as evidenced by their adoption of the ushtase flag and anthem.
Brazil won predictably and easily.
While I am sleeping peacefully later on tonight, two grown men will be belting the living daylights out of each other. The fight no one claimed to want but everybody wants to see takes place in Memphis at 3am British time. This is a very intriguing fight. If Tyson is as fit as this article suggests, a classic is on the cards.
Lewis, however, does not appear to scare easily.