Last night at Wembley it was cold enough to turn an eskimo's backside blue. I wasn't there on press duty, I was there as a punter and by half-time we were desperate for a hot brew. The queue took the whole of half-time to get us to the front, by which time the tannoy was already threatening that the refreshment bars would be closing any time soon. Eventually we got to the counter to discover that there were no hot drinks.
And we seriously expect to be hosting the World Cup?
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