Introduction: One hundred and eighty err... one days to go.

My oh my.

A week since the Official Draw for the World Cup and associated ceremonies and the globe is giddy with anticipation, or they would be if it wasn't half a year away.

So, I have been employed by the Excitement Corporation, a subsidiary of Keeping The World Revolving Holdings, to fervently poke and hassle you re: the pending landmark tournament of the worlds finest game, the iconic event of our planet's poorest continent in these times of almost unchecked globalisation, to bring you the message that yea, football is art, is theatre, is beauty is passion is life. You can make it through these torrid wintery months, mouse in hand, Outlook calender at the ready to bagsy those key dates despite the mrs so decided on a June holiday before the prices really hike, for there is much to behold...the journey is the greatest part.

Many of you will be holding strong. There is the Premiership, gripping you with interest - could maybe, perhaps come May, there be a... a new team in the top four? Really? Frightening isn't it. But there will be the usual dives, feigning of injury, questionable refereeing, timekeeping issues in Southwest Manchester. Who's going down then? Inevitably a combination of whoever just came up, whoever paid some average footballers far too handsomely a couple of years ago, possibly you, and certainly Nigel Quashie (or whoever he's playing for right now. Officialy still West Ham).

There's football elsewhere - who's coming up? It matters not one Jot, unless they have a bag of money, and then more money because there aren't really any bags big enough to carry the required amount. Certainly not in cash. Who was that football league team who's ground we never went to? Oh, there they go, administration bound, one by one falling out of the Football League.

Worry not. I have for you the most emphatic build up, in daily installments possibly barring public holidays. The best, the greatest, the glorious history and the profound future that awaits us: the FIFA (hate those b*stards) World Cup.


nb. I'm aware its 181 days but I feel rude not introducing the blog, and tomorrow, look there really isn't time.
I also take no responsibility for the presence of cheating, simulation, red cards ruining games, negative play, penalty shootouts involving your nation and the presence of Germany in the finals of World Cup 2010. You just have to grin and bear it alright?