Last night I went down to my local (pub) to watch Australia play England in the football (soccer to those of us who know that real football is Aussie Rules) in East London. I found out too late to get tickets, but it would have been fantastic to be there (was it Mark?) as Australia won the 'friendly' match 3-1.

The crowd in front of the big screen at the pub was divided into 2 camps; the English fanatics and the Aussie fans, led by a brown-skinned Aussie in board shorts, a Rip Curl tank top and a blond wig. They traded insults, jeers and chants all night. The songs Waltzing Matilda and Royal Britannia both got a run too.

The Aussies were in the minority, but had greater volume thanks to the scoreline, though we knew we were outnumbered when England scored their goal. Some of the English fans were taking it way too seriously.

The back pages of the paper are fantastic today. The Sun has a picture of a frustrated David Beckham with the headline 'Kanga Poo'. After we recently thrashed them in the Ashes cricket, and the Tennis, this was the sport they were going to get back at us through. They threw 2 teams at us, and we still won. We aren't supposed to be able to play football!

Now we just have to take the English on at their other national sports; darts and snooker...