The Wedding of a lifetime. part 1

Well, mine at least.
Anyway, seeing as no-one actually reads this blog, (so who am i talking to?) i thought i would try to get down my memories from my wedding day before they fade forever into the ether or become blurred by time and beer tinted spectacles. Feel free to switch off, this is for my benefit only..

I awoke that morning to the amazing smell of bacon. Is there any finer smell? Moments later Ceri popped into the bedroom with 2 glasses of orange juice for me and best man Rob. what a legend. I was pleased to feel that i was not hung over (would that be hung under?) even though i had stayed later than promised in the bar the previous night, thanks in no small part to Messurs Hendy and Elliot.

My memories of getting ready in the morning are slightly vague as i think i spent most of the time pacing upstairs and downstairs and looking at my watch. I knew i had to start getting dressed at 9am but up until then i just had to get myself cleaned and fed. I remember giving myself an extra special scrub in the shower and being very careful not to cut myself with the wet razor. For some reason i was shaving in the reflection of the window which had a most spectacular view of Fowey harbour; a cormorant was basking his wings in the sun and i took a mental picture. I remember there was a lovely bacon sandwich taken from us when Dan left his on the outside balcont. Within seconds a seagul swooped down and took it away.

I kept making tea for some reason, i guess to give myself something to do. I hate being late for things but i hate filling time just as much. Mild panic when i discovered a large red stain on my shirt; Mum instantly blamed rob who was ironing it but i knew it was from the manky moss bross bag, but i didnt say anything. Anyway i ran it under the cold tap being careful not to let the cuff drop into the fatty water where the frying pan had been thrown.

the rest of getting ready was typically Crozier, everyone doing their own thing in their own little places. i had to fix mums necklace which had broken, she looked a bit upset because she really wanted to wear it. We had a nice moment when i fixed it for her. She said to me that she wanted to look nice for me so that i would be proud of her. I told her that i would always be proud of her because she was my Mum, we had a hug and i felt very close to her then. Dad thanked me for his cufflinks and we had an awkward hug but i guess he was pleased because he had is 'about to cry' face on.

I suddenly really wanted a cigarette but managed to distract myself with something. Anyway just before we were all in our finery we had a couple of pictures taken in the front room.

I think that was that for the morning. We went to the bus stop for the 10:15 but saw that the bus didnt start until 10:30, so rather than wait me and Rob walked up the hill with our bags, so we arrived at the Fowey car park out of breath and a bit sweaty... which was nice

Why Blatter is answering the wrong question.

Ok, ok. A little bit belated, but i wanted to throw my two penneth into the ring on the whole goalline technology debate.

Whether or not technology would improve the game of football is a mute point because, apart from the fact that it blatantly would, that was not the most burning issue to come out of the England - Germany game for me, oh no.

Goal line technology will surely play a large part in deciding whether or not the ball crossed a line and will no doubt decide big games more fairly in future World cups. However, you did not need a hawkeye, goal line ref, or infrared laser to determine whether the ball crossed the line on Sunday because every single person watching could SEE that the ball was completely over the line. Everyone, of course apart from the Uruguayan ref/linesman, which is of course the main point of this post.

Every World cup has to be represented by 32 nations and every World cup has to be refereed by 32 referee teams. However while England, Slovakia and New Zealand have to sweat blood and graft their way into the tournament through their own football skill, the referees just have to be from the league of the said country. (unless they do not have a National League as in New Zealands case). So, in they come, piggy backing on the back of their teams hard graft even when most of the national teams players have never played in their national league. In fact not one single Uruguan player is in the uruguan national league.

Why do we have to have representation anyway? Aren't referee's meant to be impartial regardless of their country of origin? Of course you could never have a English ref refereeing an English game but why not just have 32 of the best refs in Europe, regardless of country. We have english refs every week in the premier league. We have ref's in the sunday league even though they only live around the corner. Place of birth doesn't suddenly mean you are going to be xenophobic to the detriment of your job. If part of your job description is to be impartial then you learn, pretty quickly to cut bias out of your game.

So what i propose is this. A refs league, the top 32 refs from any of the 4 or 5 european leagues. Yes i know Europe doesn't represent the entire world but lets be honest any player who is worth his salt plays there so let's just stop trying to 'represent' everyone and just have 32 people who can do their bloody jobs; after all theres a nike contract riding on it.