Wendy go down

After a dramatic last day in the Championship, the only game that really mattered – wednesday v Palace at Swillsboro’  – finished 2-2.
And that, as the BBC Football website videprinter confirms, means that Sheffield wednesday find themselves relegated to League One:

As a lifelong Sheffield United fan, I am celebrating (again) this evening. I was going to go the whole hog with the fizzy wine, but I think an understated Castle Milk Stout will do the trick.

And then some fizzy wine.

[expletive deleted]


The BBC reports:

David Beckham’s dream of playing in a fourth World Cup looks over after he tore an Achilles tendon in AC Milan’s 1-0 win over Chievo on Sunday. Beckham was unchallenged when he suffered the injury and hobbled off in pain before being stretchered away.
The 34-year-old was hoping to be part of England’s World Cup squad in June, but instead will fly to Finland on Monday for specialist surgery. “A rupture of the Achilles tendon is suspected,” said an AC Milan statement.
Consultant sports physician Dr Tom Crisp told BBC Radio 5 live: “It’s remotely possible he may be running in three months.
The chances of him being fit to play for England are non-existent.”

I’m as sick as a parrot. This is a massive blow for England. There’s still no-one, worldwide, who can cross a ball like Beckham. England are really going to miss that talent.

Busy Day

Today always promised to be a hectic day – from appointments in the morning, lunch with football friends and an afternoon at the Stadium through to the fancy dress party in the evening. Hence I am utilising the somewhat risky, but very helpful “scheduled post” option on WordPress. And I’m giving you a quota photo of the all-new, all-singing and occasionally-dancing Cape Town Stadium to be getting along with.

I would imagine that I’ll be taking a few photos at the game today, including some (or more), from inside the Polo Mint itself. Those will be on here tomorrow. Watch this space. (Not continuously, obviously – you’ve probably got other things to be getting on with.)


She waltzed out this morning, said she was heading to the airport, to Jo’burg, to see other people.
I wasn’t too upset. She’ll be back tomorrow, mark my words. She always comes back.
And I slipped a slab of Dairy Milk into her laptop bag. So she won’t go hungry.

The cruel reality of the situation is that I have a night with the kids. Alone.

Both of them are sleeping reasonably well at the moment. Just not very concurrently
At the moment, Alex tends to not go to sleep too quickly and he’s up early, K-pu goes to sleep quite easily and wakes up late, but is often disturbed during the night. Which is all well and good when there are two of you to spread the load. However, by crude extrapolation and use of maths and stats only a mother could love, I predict that I will sleep between 10pm – 11pm and 4am – 5:30am. Except for the 10pm – 11pm bit, because I’ll be watching UEFA Cup Europa League footy.
Should this alarming prediction prove to be accurate, I can only advise you that it would be foolhardy to cross my path in any way, shape or form tomorrow.

Yesterday evening was spent playing (and winning) a dramatic football match under peachy skies. And, as this photograph completely fails to illustrate, in gale force winds. There’s a grating sound each time I blink and I’m still crying grit. However, on the plus side, I now feel that I am in a position to recommend sand-blasting as an excellent method of exfoliation.
Just as long as you have control of the process and can halt proceedings before it gets down to the bone.

More Football Evening photos.

Advance warning

Because I foresee internet connectivity issues over the weekend and a busy day today (errands, rugby, shopping, drinks later), it’s a case of writing this post in advance (Saturday morning) while I still can. I’ll then set it to publish tomorrow lunchtime and no-one will be any the wiser. God bless WordPress.

As I’ve said before, there’s always the danger of a major or catastrophic event occurring in the meantime, in which case small talk may look a little benile, but I’ll take my chances. And, to make it even more realistic, I’ll even chuck in some quotes about yesterday’s sporting events, even though it’s like having the reverse of Biff’s Sports Almanac in Back to the Future III:

How about that Australia v South Africa match. What a game? It was SO close: especially at kick off time – the teams were completely evenly matched (at that point). And some of the kicking and passing  throughout the game also impressed me, although not all of it, of course.
And Manchester United v Arsenal.  Well, who could have predicted that scoreline? Two big clubs, of course, but I think that gives us all an idea of the eventual outcome this season. Possibly.

Right – well I’m off to finish cooking Sunday lunch now.

There. All but the most stoic of readers will have been fooled. And I’ll see you again on Monday. Enjoy your day.