Bringing you the top 3 World Cup gems we’ve stumbled upon this week. Please send in anything you’ve seen on your travels. Tweet it to us @matchoftheda or post it on the Facebook wall. It makes it all the easier to borrow other people’s content…
3) Back of the net
This is perhaps a bit retro, but for all you preparing for the World Cup in USA 1994 here’s Alan Partridge at his finest, being bizarre and, well, Alan Partridge
2) These are not the boots you’re looking for
The DA doesn’t like to promote big brands lightly, but this a pretty damn good commercial in our eyes. It really must have been the easiest pitch in the world. ‘Um, yeah, so we’ve got Snoop Dogg and David Beckham, and we were thinking ‘Star Wars!’. Buy adidas shoes by the way…they’re awesome.
1) The real hand of God (and a good one at that)
These short videos are little gems in a can. Very funny retakes of famous World Cup moments, especially this lovely little justice bringer…If only….(sigh)
Millions of football fans worldwide were left trying to remember what was happening today after awakening from a semi conscious state consisting of sofa cushion grabbing and excess drool. Supporters had tuned in to witness the grand opening of the World Cup with performances from the Black Eyed peas, amongst other big names, putting on a concert in celebration of the tournament. But onlookers, including 30,000 inside the Orlando Stadium, fell into a comatose trance roughly 20 minutes before the end of the gig with some, in a zombie like state uttering ‘hips do not lie’ over and over again.
Colombian star Shakira had been set to perform, but no one can actually remember if she arrived. One South African fan said ‘I was really enjoying the show and then all of a sudden I just remember being transfixed by some hips that appeared on stage. I stared at them for a really, really long time, I recall that bit. But when I turned around the stadium was empty and the cleaners were mopping up the set.
Outside the stadium, supporters were just as confused. Lifelong England fan Terry Lion had arrived in Johannesburg from Birmingham yesterday. ‘I know we came for some reason. I got my face painted and had a tattoo of Emile Heskey done on my right butt cheek but I simply can not remember the purpose of this trip. Does anyone know which hotel I’m booked into? Or where my son is?’
It’s not often you stumble upon something so brilliant that 99.9% of the population will claim it’s completely made up (allegations that would of course, stand up in court). So when the DA came across this not necessarily, in some forms, maybe yes, maybe no, who knows, perhaps, not quite, definitely is, fictional diary of former England head coach Sven Goran Eriksson we were absolutely delighted. Sit back DA fans, and enjoy the ramblings of a very huggable cad…
Wednesday 9th June, 2009
Dear diary,
How glad I am not to be longer manager of Ingerland team. Mr. Capello really has job on his hand, yes?! Not only his captain out of World Cup, but his rumpy-pumpy starved squad (why he does not allow sexual past-times I will never know, rumpy-pumpy proven good for heart gland) will surely search for release in the warmth of a passing ostrich, or perhaps Warnock. This will be their undoing, I’m sure!
As for me, I am embracing dream job as manager of Ivory Coast. I once thought that dream job was as manager of Ingerland, or Man City, or Mexico, or as chief secretary recruiter at Nottingham’s County, but now I realise those were just aspirations of young, head-strong, virile boy. Now as man, I know this is my calling. Just today, Emmanuel Eboue accidentally called me “Papa” instead of gaffer. I shed water from my eyes, but think no-one saw this…
Preparations for World Cup go well – of course I am pro now having taking the Ingerland past world-beaters Trinidad plus Tobago and mighty Ecuador in 2006. Drogba still has what physios call “the dangly arm”, but he has one good arm left to flail as he falls or wag in face of referee – happy days! Unlike time as Ingerland chief, I only really know players through Beta tapes that good friend Tord brings me (he is good man, and would never betray my trust). However, I have confident that Super-Elephants will crush opposition like pathetic mice under mighty feet. Brazil and Portugal may play all “nicey, nicey” but this year, world will see how brutal S.G.E. can be – am not all sweetness and Walcott! Aside from Drogba, we have the two Toure children, speedy Kalou and Didier Zokora, one of most experienced team players at 53 years of old. Reminds me of a young, short, Ivorian me.
Have three females to see to before bed, and have also decide to extend stay in hotel until after World Cup final time (loadsa rumpy pumpy certainly gives the confidence!). On Tuesday at 3pm my boys go into first game with slimy Portuguese grease-monkeys, and yours truly has sneaky suspicion we will make a victory. Anyway, if it look like is struggle, I simply sit on bench like Buddhist monk and use advanced psychology to make Drogba trip in box like little girl over skipping rope. Score!
Now to Charlotta; she is Swedish intern at local hospital. Nice body lumps, but large hands – I no trust.
End of entry…

weprobablyshouldn’tknowthis.com is reporting that ambassadors based in London and Washington have raised the stakes ahead of Saturdays England V USA World cup clash by betting nuclear weapons and key members of Government on the result. It is understood that should Emile Heskey score in the 4th minute and England go on to win 3-0 overall, Barack Obama will be the new English Prime Minister.
A 2-1 win for the USA will see Manchester become an official American state whilst a 1-1 draw would force both countries to declare war on Russia. Aides to UK Ambassador Sir Nigel Sheinwald said ‘it’s all a bit of fun really. We like to poke fun at how they always say “offense” when referring to an attack and other crazy s*** like that. So we thought, why not risk International relations by calling them a bunch of steroid consuming half wits and bet that England will wipe the floor with them come Saturday.’
The DA understands that some slightly stranger events this weekend could result in UK’s soaring debt being paid off completely by Washington. Should Wayne Rooney score 9 own goals in the first 10 minutes dressed in only a tutu, the White House has reportedly agreed to buy former Prime Minister Gordon Brown for $70billion dollars. President Obama said ‘I collect quirky doorstops…He’d be a good one.’


As seen in ‘Hot Gossip!’ magazine Becky Taylor brings her insight to the DA
Its Cup of the World time and I’m determined to get involved, after all, it does only come round once every year. So I’m putting my DVD boxset of Sex and the City in the cupboard for the summer, swapping my cosmopolitan for half a pint, and watching the action in South Africa. I’m Becky Taylor, and this is my guide to Football…
There seems to be so much attention on player preparation for what is just surely another football match. Argentina coach David Maradonna has received criticism for allowing his players to have sex before a match…I don’t know if David’s looked in the mirror recently but I shouldn’t think he’ll have much problem with tiredness (if you catch my drift). Then again, people call him the hand of God so perhaps he may be good at something…Ewwww.
England on the other hand (not David’s other hand, it’s a metaphorical saying thing) have banned WAGS from their resort altogether. By the sounds of things, that’s no great loss to some of them but I was interested to have a snoop around their hotel – online of course, I’m not weird. The place has private balconies, three swimming pools, Jacuzzis, lounges and a treatment room where players can get a massage anytime they feel the need for one…My question is, why would you ever want to go and play football? I’d be in the Jacuzzi with a Cosmo clicking my fingers every time a masseuse made the mistake of walking past!
They do get pampered these players don’t they. And everyone seems to be getting injured anyway, so what’s the point? You don’t ever hear of fans rupturing their Achilles do you? You never see them limping their way to games? And they’re staying in run down hostels having kick abouts with tin cans every day. If I was Fabien Capello I’d think long and hard about checking out of the 5 star resort and heading on down to Joe’s Hostel (sorry I don’t really know any South African names, I’m sure Joe is a fairly multi-cultural name).
Save the pedicures and the massages for those who need it. The WAGS! They do have to put up with a lot after all. Imagine every night being told by Ashley Cole not to wait up, it’s ‘poker’ night. It would take all of my energy not to swing at him with a bat….Anywho, speak soon lovelies.
B xx

Engineers at Loughbrough University have hit back at criticism of the new World Cup ball by insisting they have designed the most ‘consistently delicious tournament ball of all time.’ The Jabulani design has come under fire for being built entirely out of unwanted Easter Eggs left around by students on University campus but chief engineer Bob Balls said goalkeepers should have no problem catching, with the stickiness of Cream Egg filling giving them a huge advantage.
‘I don’t know what all the fuss is about’ said Balls, ‘players keep moaning about the ball bursting into small pieces mid flight, but if they look carefully enough we filled each ball with a small toy so I really can’t see the problem. FIFA wanted the most exciting tournament in years and Fernando Torres trying to build a little micro machine that goes from Cuddly lion to a fierce looking street racer in the six yard box is surely just that?’
Sepp Blatter has denied the ball is designed to help lower ranked footballing nations, such as hosts South Africa, by making it impossible for a good player to actually kick a ball. ‘Look, no one is going to be able to kick the thing. But this summer isn’t about football. It’s about lot’s of advertising space for Coca Cola, which gives me lots of money. Now just stare at Lionel Messi and applaud would you?’
Bringing you the top 3 World Cup gems we’ve stumbled upon this week. Please send in anything you’ve seen on your travels. Tweet it to us @matchoftheda or post it on the Facebook wall. It makes it all the easier to borrow other people’s content…
3) No wonder Rio was injured
A sneaky journalist managed to get inside the England training camp this week, and all things considered it’s looking quite good. Watch about 0.50 seconds in, where you can hear Emile Heskey calling for the ball off screen, and everyone just deciding better of it.
2) A caring nation
So imagine the scene, you’re fairly sure you’ve made the plane to South Africa, you’re packing your bags, washing your lucky underwear, planning your goal celebration, when all of a sudden some Italian calls and tells you to stay at home and enjoy a pint this year… Well, we’ve already rallied round Theo Walcott. We’ve even thrown him a bbq… at his own house…cruel

1) Just what the hell?
We’ve seen some crazy World Cup songs this time round. John Barnes rapping (again), The LSD filled village fete we bought you here previously, and a version of three lions that can only be described as f***ing s***. But someone, somewhere decided they could top of those efforts…by making up a word and scientifically proving it increases performance…What the f***?! This video is not a World Cup song. This video is proof that the UK maybe needs to increase alcohol tax after all. Watch out for the ‘drunken dad at wedding’ who tries dancing, role play and urinating in a field. And for those who thought this couldn’t get any weirder, Chris ‘unbelievable Geoff’ Kamara has agreed to change his name for it too… I need a drink.

The BBC have taken a huge stride in the World Cup ratings war against ITV, by actually hiring REAL pundits to comment on this summer’s tournament. Harry Redknapp and Roy Hodgson, both successful Premier League managers will now be assisting Alan Shearer to nod at things Gary Lineker says, and encouraging Alan Hansen to shake his head in disgust whilst offering their own insight into matches.
ITV have yet to respond to the news but did gaze over to Adrian Chiles in makeup and say ‘I think we’ve got a problem here.’ So far, the struggling television broadcaster has got away with the tactic of picking up homeless football rejects from the street and dressing them up in semi expensive suits. Gareth Southgate and Andy Townsend are quite content to sleep in the Storage cupboard and demand very little in the way of expenses. They may now be forced to review this strategy.
A spokesmen for the channel said ‘whilst Adrian, Gareth and Andy do give us something, a bad smell if nothing else, we may need to up our game. It is quite clear that Adrian knows more about semiconducting polymers than he does football whilst the mere mention of penalties obviously causes huge tension in the studio. As for Andy, well he just keeps turning up, there’s not an awful lot we can do really. We even tried to give him his own ‘tactics truck’ once to keep him away from the building but he insisted on coming inside.’

The DA is pleased to once again welcome back our very own faith healer, who will be giving his predictions on how each of the 32 teams involved in this year’s World Cup will fair. He prefers to remain anonymous, so as not to upset the spirits. With that in mind, you should know it’s definitely not Glenn Hoddle. His identity has been protected in this article using clever mind tricks that you wouldn’t understand.
Ladies and Gentleman, its Hlenn Goddle!
Alas my sweet Yoricks! Sadly, we have come to the end of my mystical pre-World Cup predictions. I sense there may be as little as 8 days remaining before this quadrennial extravaganza kicks off on the African continent. Squad lines have been drawn, Theos have been ditched, and I’ve stocked up on a month’s worth of lima bean juice and horse ejaculate (vital for keeping the mind clear and Mrs Goddle happy)…Let’s get ready to fumble!!!
In this final entry of the series (which will surely sicken those in the press to their stomachs…how dare they dismiss me as an illiterate, pagan f***-wit), I’m contractually obliged to use my supernatural powers to predict the fortunes of those poor souls occupying Groups G & H. The spirits tell me I’m wasting my time even entertaining the notion that any of these eight remaining teams will get anywhere near the final (the Spanish may be superb bull fighters, but footballers?). However, the DA’s dictator-like editor has kindly promised to reward me with a year’s supply of antelope foetuses on completion – who among you mere mortals can honestly say you’d be able to turn that down?…That’s what I thought.
Group G
BRAZIL
IVORY COAST
NORTH KOREA
PORTUGAL
Group tarot reading: The Magician – “Mastery of the material world, creative action, self discipline and a willingness to take risks. An ability to recognise one’s own potential, the power to initiate, communication and wit” – all terms you wouldn’t use to describe North Korea
Let’s cut the foreplay and get to the ‘rumpy pumpy’, as it were – Brazil are a decent team. You don’t have to have inhaled any mind-altering hallucinogens to see that (or the walls of my study melting, while we’re on the subject). However, doubts still remain over a team that are at times Fabiano, yet at others complete Kaka.
I’ve also had strong premonitions of a possible union between Portugal and the Ivory Coast, creating an almighty super team that should just have enough to pip North Korea to second place in the group. An unholy hybrid of Ronaldo and Drogba is undoubtedly already in development, combining the temperament of a recently soiled infant with the vanity of a narcissistic cockatoo, unable to tear itself away from its own hideous reflection. I don’t think I’ve been this excited to see an abomination of nature since I signed Helder Postiga for £8.25m at Spurs…one goal he scored.
Sacred Talisman: The tangoed clothes horse that is Ronaldo (Cristiano, not the fat Brazilian with the penchant for transsexual sex-workers).
Omen of doom: Ivory Coast manager Sven-Goran Eriksson – the spirits tell me even the dead watch their back when the Swedish lothario is on the prowl.
Poetic visual image of significance: The sun softly reflecting off a glistening pitch, wet with the recent tears of a sulking Didier Drogba after someone else takes his penalty. Boo hoo!

Group H
CHILE
HONDURAS
SPAIN
SWITZERLAND
Group tarot reading: Judgement – “Changes and improvements. Satisfactory outcome to a specific matter or period of life” or reversed, “Delay in concluding a series of actions. Fear of change and sometimes fear of death.” In other words, make your f***ing mind up Cesc!
Spain, the favourites of the Gods (myself excluded) looks set to prosper within the ‘World Cup group for dummies’. Even you putrid humans can surely see the utter pointlessness in any of these fixtures taking place. The spirits and I have already planned a number of nights at the bingo to coincide with this particular sequence of foregone conclusions (plus, one of the old girls down at the club keeps giving me the eye). If you want a real challenge, why not try guessing my bank details and sort code and depositing money into my account? I’m not scrounging or anything, but lima bean juice doesn’t come cheap!
Sacred Talis(men): Villa, Torres, Xavi, Iniesta, Alonso, Silva, Albiol, Ramos, Pique, Puyol, Casillas…
Omen of Doom: Philippe Senderos – five games all season yet walks straight into the first team…not a good sign.
Number of the Fates: 0 – the same amount of goals Spain will concede during the group stages.

So that’s all for my World Cup predictions – we’ve had some good times, some bad times and some difficult times (it is hard trying to speak down to lower life-forms without being condescending – I hope that comes across). My prediction to lift the glorious trophy is of course my beloved England, though I’m sure Brazil, Spain and Slovenia will have something to say about that.
Spirit love!
Hlenn (your dark, “yet ever-so-slightly aroused in anticipation” Lord)

Tom Cruise has backed David Beckham to play in the 2014 World Cup finals, predicted New Zealand will come out victors in South Africa, and then gnawed off his own leg to feed his young nest of starlings Heat magazine can reveal. Cruise, who denied not knowing much about football, said ‘David can play until he’s 73 if he wants too. Have you not seen the six million dollar man? In Hollywood limbs are like car batteries, easily replaceable.’
Cruise was speaking after narrowly missing out on a place in the USA’s last 23 and said he was heartbroken to be missing the big kick off in 9 days time. ‘I’d rehearsed and rehearsed but when it came down to it, you can’t practise height and Bob Bradley told me that a 4foot3 actor is not the ideal player to fill in at centre half.’
Beckham, who is currently out injured, will travel with the England team to South Africa in a role that is yet to be decided. Beckham believes he can still be a great asset to the side. ‘It’s a confidence thing I guess. If you’re 1-0 down at half time against the Spanish in the semis who would you rather look round and see in the dressing room? Me, David Beckham, master of football, fashion and global icon, or Emile Heskey sweating buckets like he’s just been in a 12 rounder with a goalpost?’



