England 2 Trinidad & Tobago 0

Wow, what a night. some of the guys at work were confident we'd put 4 or 5 past Trinidad and Tobago, but I was fairly sure that we wouldn't. I even suggested that it would be 0-0 at 80 minutes, and that it would end up as a nail-biting affair, similar to the German game.

On that matter, I had a conversation with Joerg, my German chum, and he said that when the Oliver Neuville goal went in 2 minutes from the final whistle, the whole of Stuttgart started several hours of mayhem partying. You see, when you coil up a spring that much, it justs launches itself with more energy.

Some time later, I ended up on a train, after several more export strength lagerbiers, and everybody was in celebratory mood. Then this photographic gift came up (see photo). The Right Reverand was reading the late edition of the Evening Standard, the one that graces the streets of London before normal people wake up. He very genially agreed to pose for the photo. What a time to find your scoring touch, Crouchy. What a headline, what a game.