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And to think I turned off the f1 to watch this. Bah!

Hooray for ireland!

What. A. Shirt.

More points!

Boo-urns!

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It's like Eurovision does the end of "life of Brian".

And celebrate by annexing the arena?

Didn't they do something similar a few years ago (cut away to the hosts talking to Graham) - because we don't cut to adverts at that point?

Rather quite like this one. Helps that it's rather upbeat after the last few entries.

These postcards are great as well.

KeeEEEY change!

I was hoping for more of a comedy effort after they started with the accordion. :-(

Tramampoline!

Made rather good use of the lighting and fancy background if the song wasn't quite as impressive.

Ah, here comes the Eurovision craziness!

Yeah. (insert "return him to villa park" gag here) No Joel Campbell though (much like the man himself)

If premier league clubs are so concerned about giving their younger players "crucial" lower league experience, why not just get themselves relegated and save all this restructure?!

Plenty of places did 5 packs for £2 deals though, so it brings the overall cost down - but yeah, it's not like we're spending money on virtual cards or anything...

The guardian has a picture gallery of the Brazillian Panini factory up today. Along with a tantalising glimpse of a hardback album (!) Link!

Oh, another thing to add to my mammoth brain-dump that goes into the +1 for '02: The Cage

Bit sloppy from Bacuna getting sucking into trying to tackle him on the halfway line there.

Pants.

Boom. get on Jack!

Unfortunately I was a bit too young to remember anything of '90. '94 had me with my Soccerstar's free pull out player guide (to which I only ever read up on the Villa continent) and wallchart that I struggled to fill in as the overnight group games piled up. I did sneakily stay up waaay past my bedtime to watch Houghton's thunderbastard against Italy though, so that was a plus. '98 was odd - somehow I missed most of the England games - though a bunch of us on a school trip managed to find a TV on a campsite near Barnstable to catch the 2nd half and extra half of the Argentina game - going crazy at that Argentina free kick and Sol Campbell's disallowed goal. '02 was pretty awesome for me, just turned 18, a levels were over, the Villa website had this highly hilarious article detailing England's group that I loved to read, that picture of the Argentinian team defending the free kick against Sweden. Hitting the pub early in the morning to watch us blast past Denmark and into the quarters. Robbie Keane's Robin Hood celebration. Roy Keane & Mick McCarthy. South Korea being subject to some "generous" refereeing. '06 was simultaneously the best and worst time of my life. Uni had just about finished, one of my flat mates and I had moved our PC's into the living room so our daily routine consisted of: 12pm awake and breakfast, turn on PC and load up WoW. 1pm 1st world cup game starts, watch. 3pm WoW for an hour 4pm Watch 2nd game 6pm WoW for an hour 7pm 3rd World cup game 9pm WoW and switch on MTV2 for background music. 4am Bed. The only downsides were that Swiss / Ukraine game that would probably still be goalless now, and (sorry to say NV, but a rather dissapointing array of colour-switched templated kits). The 1st round was full of exciting football (apart from England, who saved all their attacking vim and vigour for the pre-tournament friendlies - one of my journalist friends imagined the headlines after the Paraguay game as "Engerbland") which slowly degraded as more got staked on each game. But that final and that shot of Zizou trudging trudging past the trophy. Oh, and Owen Hargreaves. Oh, and Paul Robinson tonking the titantron with a hoofed clearance. '10 started off well, with my Panini sticker album nearing completion, some truly amazing/awful kits on show, some entertaining games with the new and interesting sound of the vuvuzelas. A few of us headed across the Bristol Channel to watch England's opening game in the Fan Park in Queen's Park - and we all have Rob Green to thank for spoiling our day. Then I hosted a small party whilst we were suitably entertained by Mr Em's stepovers in the Algeria game. Less said about the rest of the tournament the better. Apart frRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRom saying how grRRRRRRRReat it was when we didn't have to listen to a game's atmosphere being stifled by vuvuzelas. "Seven Nation Army" it was not. Plus I had the Ivory Coast in the office sweepstake. And because of us always playing like crap whenever I wear it, my "hilarious" banksy tshirt will never be worn again.