Well what a great match it was last night, etc... recurrent characteristics of Germany 2006 cropped up for possibly the last time: a few Shoot 5-assisted goals, and a few bizarre tangents from Martin O'Neill ("have you ever seen Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?") and some slightly gushy praise for a member of the Old Guard, in this case Luis Filipe Madeira Figo (if I remember his Champ Man name correctly). And some unstintingly patriotic denigration of dirty Portugal's horrible players and terrible, terrible striker... the BBC need to get over it. (He said, head in oven.)

Anyway.

I'm here to stick on a few World Cup photos, with neiter illuminating caption nor indeed any jot of context. Here they are:

Baghdatis watches on

Blurred by the tension rather than by the shoddy photographer

The end of another hard day of football-watching

Robert Frank meets the World Cup

So much hope and promise...

So. One match left, and then it's all over. Probably got one or two more posts left in me and then this blog will have served it's purpose.

Until South Africa, that is.