Who Needs Cole When We Can Upgrade to a Honda?

So, we are going to win the World Cup after all. Things were a bit shaky for a moment there; for all the creases on Shearer’s puckered forehead it looked as if the outbound plane was already warming its engine. Friday was bad. Bad enough to have me pining for the start of Wimbledon. Come on, Tim, I remembered fondly, before gawping back at Wayne Rooney and wondering what on earth was up with him. Mummy, why is he shouting at us? Now, though, business is much improved and it turns out we definitely are going to win the thing. Brazil or Spain in the final, most likely. Doesn’t matter which. Ahem.

Enjoyed seeing ‘Arry give Bendtner a punking last night. He’s good, he summised, but not half as good as he thinks he is. Textbook. If that’s not playing to the home crowd then I don’t know what is. Rarely are managers allowed to carp the enemy so unequivocally- without it sounding a bit like a covetous swipe. Particularly if it’s Arsenal. Now he’s got his pundit’s bonnet on, though, ‘Arry can say what the heck he wants. I’m waiting for: Van Persie? Absolute frothing turd.

Elsewhere, you wonder whether Redknapp’s got half a peeper on that Keisuke Honda fellow. I’d imagine his stock is rising fairly rapidly at present- like one of those Blue Peter appeal-o-meters if someone were to suddenly donate three billion pairs of shoes, aluminium cans or what ever the hell they were collecting that year. Honda’s been my player of the tournament. Along with the Mesut Ozil, the Japanese midfielder has been a menace on all three group outings. After such a performance, as we saw against Denmark, there’s a hope that studio-bound Redknapp’s mind was sent bounding into action. Perhaps even thumbing a text to Daniel Levy during the adverts, not minding too much if he disturbed the Spurs chairman while he lay half-clad on some fluffy-white Sardinian beach:

Daniel. Fly to J’Berg. ASAP. Bring money and negotiation mallet.

What say you? Is he worth the petrol cost?