Woke up with a splitting headache, a million hammer-pinion systems over working themselves in the head. Put on ‘The Pianist’ soundtrack to ease the morning, the CD player was on Shuffle mode, it started of with Track 8 – Grande Polonaise brilliante. This kind of eased the headache, but this track begins in such a sweetly depressing way, it numbs the heart. Consequently, I slipped into an irrational state of depression.

At work, was chatting with a colleague during my Coffee Break, conversation veered towards the Euro Cup. We discussed England’s prospects, being the soccer crazy lot that we are, we created our own little fantasy team – a team formation if we were Technical Consultants to the England squad. It is as follows,

Defenders: Sol Campbell, Ferdinand….
Stopper: Lampard
Midfield: Beckham, Scholes, Ashley Cole, Gary Neville
Forwards: We will resurrect the ageing Alan Shearer,
Play Owen to test the Offside trap, like how Cezare Maldini played Inzaghi
And yes Beaty, to head home winners.

To be noted, we have excluded patently uncreative players of the likes of Manchaster United’s Nicky Butt and Liverpool’s Heskey.

It could work…magnificently actually. But its sheer escapism I know :(

But what the heck, the fox Eriksson may go ahead and draw up something absolutely different, and England may win the Euro in spite of it. But my headache is gone now, and I don’t feel like a newspaper that was left on the porch, when the rains came down.