Think of seven letters, begin and end in 'c'

...like a big american car but misspelt with a 'd'



Okay, right, so there's 93:26 seconds on the clock and Tottenham are deservedly 1-0 up against probably the best team in the League (this "result" coming just about a week after the 5-1 drubbing of the Gooners in the Cup, remember?)...then, with the last so-called kick of the game, some Agentinian in-bred somehow bundles the ball over the line. The whistle goes immediately. If not sooner. 1-1. Bah. Ah well, If somebody'd said beforehand it would be a draw I'd probably have taken it, but still. They were really good value for the win in the end. And the new Scottish lad looked excellent. As did Woodgate. Together with Sir Ledley it would be a formidable central pairing.

Then, eating hemmagjord pizza a while later it seemed that Wales were to be on the end of a drubbing from England. At half-time the outlook was grim. To say the least. Wilkinson was kicking everything offered up to him Same old, same old.
Not paying much attention to sporting life's live scoreboard while munching on my food, though, I was somewhat, erm, elated to see the scoreline with ten minutes left. Wales a converted try clear. Unbelievable.
My habitual dirty grin was restored. The Grand Slam is on! At least until the next match, ha ha.

I need some sunlight.