Roooooney OR as we say in Greek Ela Re Malaka

Ela Re! as we speak Greece is preparing to take on Ikea at the European Cup thingymiggy. Now, I can tell you for nothing that Greeks and incomplete furniture assembly instruction manuals do not make good bedfellows unless it involves long legged blondes, lashes of Ouzo, a beach and a small island, some weed can also add a certain philosophical after-burn into the encounter, which is nice. I expect the game will be very... how can I put it... euro song competitiony. There will be a lot of noise and it will be colourful but will have an aftertaste of emptiness. The German management will ensure that Greek players do what they are told and stay put.... defend to the last. This is something we are good at as the german Panzer divisions found out in 1940-41 three months it took to brake through when the rest of Europe keeled over overnight. All this will be in good stead of course and King Otto has read enough of the greek psyche to know how to guide the team... until Freddie or Zlatan scores and then it will be everyone for themselves. Zlatan Ibrahimovic funny name for a Swede dont you think? ... can Greece have Rooney please... or Rooneopoulos as he is best known in the cafes of Folegandros where his great grandfather set sail for Liverpool bringing sponges, sea stars and greek art copies to the Victorian scouses until his compass was nicked one grey and wet night by a hoodie of the time sporting an early Kevin Keegan curly perm. Stranded there for the rest of his life he made the best of it, always longing to better himself, something the family failed to do until Wayne ( pronounced Yannis) eventually made it across to Manchester. With England unlikely to qualify for anything for awhile Greece could do with the help. Unlimited kebabs are on offer so one hopes that the smell will be a good guide for our Wayne.