Dull dull dull

If there's one thing worse than watching Forest at the moment, it's watching England. The golden generation of underachievers is finally ebbing away, replaced by players who really shouldn't be gracing an international field, let alone carrying the huge weight of English expectation into the next World Cup.

Can you really see the likes of Stuart Downing, Wes Brown, David Bentley with World Cup winners medals round their necks ? In the same league as Geoff Hurst, Bobby Moore, Gordon Banks ?

No, no and would you believe, no.

Yet that is what we are expected to believe.

We haven't qualified for the Euros this summer, and on last nights evidence against France, it's a b****y good job, otherwise it'd be Germany '88 all over again.

No width, no penetration, no ideas, no speed of attack, too many passes going backwards or astray, no ball control, a really really poor performance all round.

The SKY commentators tried to find excuses, citing their own 'Grand Slam Sunday' as a reason why some of the players from the top four didn't perform, forgetting for a moment that there were some notable French players in the same boat, all be it in a different class.

All in all, outplayed by an injury hit French squad. Marvelous.

Plus, the only pub in Basford that seems to have SKY any more is the Fox on Valley Road, a poor excuse for a pub, with poor beer and freezing cold toilets.

And to top things off, we had to put up with that know-nothing a**e David Pratt as summariser.

"I've got a question for David in a moment" said Martin Tyler, at the start of the second half.

Indeed. I've got a few questions I'd like to ask Mr Pratt myself, if he'd like to pop round my house for a few hours.