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You wait four years, then this

June 13, 2014 09:56

ByDanny Caro, Danny Caro

1 min read

Timing is everything in sport, so I'm sure you can imagine my pure state of elation when Mrs C informed me that potty training commenced for no. 3 this week.

While messus Hodgson and co have much more important things to worry about in Brazil, I've been a bag of nerves every time my youngest mentions the W-word or the P-word. Hardly the perfect preparation for the World Cup.

Meanwhile, I've been trying desperately hard to help no. 2 complete his Panini Sticker Book before the big KO. I've travelled far and wide in a bid to secure the elusive faces of those Iranian players, as well, of course, as the England shiny. To date, he's only got the ones who didn't get selected.

No. 1 has also been threatening to hide the remote, but I've got the locksmiths in to ensure that there's no foul play. The rules are simple: between June 12 and July 13, the main TV is all mine, from 5pm-12.45am. After all, I paid for the bloody thing!