"Oui Terry, it's Paris calling. Voici les résultats de la voix française:
...Angleterre ... nul points."
That's NUL POINTS. Nil. Nothing. Rien. Nada. Not a sausage. And what's more England didn't look close to scoring points of any sort tonight against a South African team who didn't need to be any more than competent.
Given that it's only a few hours since the final whistle and that I'm neither rational nor sober this probably isn't the time or place to try to analyse what went on this evening, but equally I couldn't let it pass without comment.
My expectations were at an all time low before tonight's match, but somehow England failed even to live up to the miserably low expectations I had. What on earth they've been doing in training for the last three months is a complete mystery.