5-2, we only win 5-2...only win 5-2, only win 5-2

Early start

It's been bit of a long day. I've been expecting to doze off for hours. Started at about three this morning. I woke up and knew that if I went back to sleep I'd miss the cricket, or some of it, so I watched the rest of the first half of Chinatown. Why have I not seen this before? Films don't come more highly recommended, and it's a great film.

The Sky coverage started at 03:55, and it wasn't a great day. There was resistance from Cook, and from Prior, spirit from the tail, and not much else. Compton, Trott and nightwatchman Anderson had already gone. KP was independently described as 'frenetic' by just about every pundit with a microphone and a pulse. He looked unable to settle and went for seventeen. Bell played a stupid shot, Cook edged to slip, Patel got a stinker of a decision (after getting the benefit of an equally bad decision). Prior made 48 marshalling the tail.

India imposed the follow on and Cook and Compton saw things through to the close of play, finishing on 111 for 0.

Which reminds me: I've been meaning to Google “why is 111 'Nelson' and unlucky” for ages.

Apparently, 'Nelson' as in one eye, one arm, one leg. Should be 112, for there remained two legs. The unlucky thing is a purely cricket thing.

So that was the cricket. Moving on. Sausages, tomatoes and scrambled egg. Walk the dog. Buy the veg. Then the North London derby.

The buzz from beating S***s probably accounts for the sleeplessness. One nil down, Adebayor melt down, down to ten men, down and out by half time, fans streaming down the stairs, down the road, down the tube and their club sliding down the table. Wilshire must be great to play with and awful to play against. Apart from the ability at the game, he don't stop gobbing off. Great. He almost managed to spark a brawl after the tackle that led to the sending off, but it wouldn't quite ignite.

It went 1-1, 2-1, 3-1 before half time.

They gave it a go in the second half. 4-1, 4-2, then 5-2, same as last year. We only win 5-2. Against that lot at home, anyway.

I missed the post-game interviews, because England v Australia at Twickenham had kicked off by then. After that the rest of the results, apart from Liverpoo and Citch winning were well funny. The Chavs lost to West Brom. Reading beat Everton. Best of all Norwich beat the Madscum. Swansea beat Newcastle, and QPR lost to Southampton, sending the perma-rage Mr Punch into apoplexy.

Then Movembered MM arrived, ate, and disappeared for a kip.

The second half of Chinatown didn't disappoint. What a superb film.

Now the quandary is whether to stay up for the Froch Mack fight or tape it for tomorrow. I think it starts soon so the decision may be out of my hands, it may become one of those 'rude not to' things.

There's been a couple of hours catching up with work stuff in there too, and some seriously strong coffee.