TDH saw France take on China in Les Bleus' last friendly, and it must be said: they were pretty poor. Pretty piss poor. The only good news from the first hour or so was that El Abuelito Cisse broke his leg, meaning that the team would finally have a chance at a decent strike partnership.
But then came Franck Ribery. If you haven't seen him, well, let's put it this way - you'll know when you have. Not just for
the bizarre haircut and the enormous scar running down the side of his face - he got it in a car accident when he was two, though he should really say it's from a knife fight - but for the way he plays.
Imagine a mixture of Young Joe and Kiki Ron: Young Joe but faster, Kiki Ron but with a lower center of gravity - the tricks, the spurts, the shots, the total package. France owed the last two goals to him, even though his name didn't show up on the scoresheet. And that brings us to TDH's first World Cup prediction: the European player who'll go for the most cash post-Cup will be none other than
Tony Montana himself. "Dah wurld iss yurs...."
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Now, for the rest. TDH was fancying Italy, would you believe, until Nesta and the fat sketchy bloke went down. (He looks pregnant in
this photo!) The fascist keeper may be gone soon, too, and good riddance. (But the Telegraph - bless - says
he's just misunderstood!) No one doubted Italy's defense, and this year it looked like they'd have scorers, too. But no, perhaps it was not meant to be.
TDH always picks Germany to overachieve, and as hosts this year should be no different. But let's face it, except for Ballack, Schweinsteiger and Lehmann they're pretty frickin' ordinary. France looks to have lost its touch, and Argentina is one enormous headcase. Spain... ah, forget it.
So we're left with Brazil and England - an England fortified with
Vitamin R at that! - in the final. And this is where the Sven factor comes in. It's a dead cert that he'll come up with something utterly
Martin-Lawrence-esque. He's likely to try, out of nowhere, a 3-6-1 with two wingers on either side and JT alone at the back.
Brazil will roll, and the English press will run screeching along Sven's limo all the way to the posh offices of Banco Madrid. Third place to the Ivory Coast. Eddie Johnson to the Premier League. That's right, Arsene and Jose have already bought all the decent African players. Good night.