Super Sunday Or Soddin Sunday. West Ham v Tottenham Preview.

Well it is all set up now. England are more than edging it against the Aussies (despite my pessimism) and, if all goes to plan, should secure the Ashes some time on Sunday. Meanwhile, we go head to head with Spurs in one of the tastier fixtures of the Premiership season. If England and West Ham win, I will be in seventh heaven; if both results go against us, I'm off to Beachy Head!

Today was so nearly the perfect day. The bowling performances of Broad and Swann were an absolute joy and seeing Ponting chopping the ball onto his own stumps was pure magic. If only we had come in one wicket down at the end! Still, another 100 runs should be enough to guarantee victory on that wicket and surely we can muster that with 7 wickets standing; can't we?

Even with the Aussie fight back in the last hour, I still returned home pretty chipper, only to discover that our search for a striker goes on as Chamahk has apparently spoken to Faubert and decided to stay in France. "Eet is so 'ard over 'ere. They kick you and want you to run!"

Anyway, I now face that horrible trade off with Satan again. I just know I will hear that voice in my head over the next two days: "A West Ham win or an England win, you can only have one, which is it to be?" Sod it, please God let it be both for once - please, please, please!