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Thought it was pound for pound - Brazil have got a population of 180 million odd to choose from. Well suppose half that number if you exclude the birds

If you're into horse racing there's 3 Group 1s at Longchamps on Sunday. All trials for the Arc. Great course, lovely setting - if the sun's shining -in the Bois de Boulougne. You can get there on the metro and a free shuttle bus. Should cost about 10 euros each to get in.

My mate's missus thought Armageddon was a town in Scotland but she's from Walton so that probably explains it My missus thought "There's A Moose Loose Aboot This Hoose" was the Scottish national anthem and couldn't work out why they were allowed to use it for a wine gums advert. Also the first time I took her to Chester Races she was looking at one of the horses in the parade ring before the first race with a bit of a puzzled expression on her face. I asked her what was up and she pointed at a horse that had on orange sheepskin noseband on. "How do they get it that colour?" I said "They must have dyed it to match the jockey's colours" I replied "That's awful" she siad "Its cruel" My turn to look puzzled. Turns out she thought the sheepskin noseband was part of the horse. Like a sort of horse moustache.

Presented for your consideration - the dutch front five from the 74 World Cup Wim Van Hanegem Johan Neeskens Johnny Rep Johan Cruyff Rob Rensenbrink You could also add Arie Haan onto that list but he was used in defence for the tournament rather than his usual midfield role due to injuries to Barry Hulshoff and Aad Mansfeld. Throw Ruud Krol and Wim Suurbier into the equation and I give you - in my opinion - the greatest football team never to win a trophy - and that includes the Brazil 82 team. of the front 5 going into the tounament only Van Hanegem (29) and Cruyff (28) had been capped more than 20 times - next best was Neeskens with 17 - but fucking hell could they play. The semi against Brazil remains a particular favourite. Holland sporting an all-white orange trim classic (come on Nike - a nice bit of retro please) had seven shades of shite kicked out of them by a Brazil team intent on GBH from the off. the defending world champions outclassed all over the park and they knew it. Damn that Paul Breitner and Gerd Muller - not to mention the outrageous dive from Bernd Holzenbein to win the Kraut penalty. A 9 year old TRC weapt unashamedly at the final whistle.

Danke Schon.

Thought I'd take the opportunity to say hello to one and all. Name: Paul - to my mother - Mac to my mate(s). Age: 44 Occupation: International Playboy Living On: Costa Del Mersey Loving: Trips to Italy, France and Hungary all sorted (possibly coinciding with a certain team playing in those particular countries) Thank you Visa. Also Adidas, strong continental lager and Boss Orange. Curry and Red Red Wine. Hating: Recently quit 5 a-side cos the old legs just won't take anymore. Currently Reading: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee - Dee Brown. About the 15th time and it never fails to bring a tear to the eye. Christmas Wishlist: A couple of weeks in Goa would do just fine. At this moment I should be: Wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice. Feel free to rip to bits or ignore as you see fit. Regards Mac