The Golden Generation

The ambitious soubriquet conferred on England's current crop of soccer players (Beckham et al) which once again proves that little that blusters is gold. For most teams Israel's unlikely conquest of Russia would have been a lifeline. For England merely a rope with which to hang themselves.

Tomorrow the tabloids will savage their erstwhile heroes with the same blithe venom that kings beheaded their fools 500 years ago. The hapless manager will be vilified eased only by the breathtaking golden parachute that rewards failure. Months will pass 'til the next poor sap takes the job based on the joint criteria of 'plausible enough to appoint, stupid enough to accept'.

English soccer is OK, the circus that surrounds it is quite disgusting. Football maybe going home, but not to England.