The prediction racket is a sportswriting staple. When the World Cup kicked off three weekends ago this corner boldly blogged the prophecies for The Speccie’s website: that is, the England team would be home for the first week of Wimbledon; the Berlin final on 9 July would finish Argentina 2, Czech Republic 2 (the latter winning on penalties); and the likeliest lottery longshots to reach the semi-finals would be one of Switzerland, United States, Ivory Coast or Australia. Hey-nonny-no, you pays your money and you takes your choice. Just meaningless fun and, at about the same level, I suppose, as the barmy vote-catching gimmick which had grave tartan Chancellor Brown cooing undying support for England and First Minister McConnell ferociously rooting for each and every England opponent. What a couple of mugs.
Mind you, I suppose our Gordon down at No.
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