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Still housekeeping. The 24/25 reports and results will stay in the match report archive until the start of next season. Le Club Foot du Monde - "Follow the Money" The World Club Foot is a soccer competition in which mysteriously selected clubs play each other for vast sums of oil money. This year the tournament is being held in the USA, which seemed a good idea at the time. FINAL ✺   PSG 0 - 3 Chelsea     Lord Infantino, who has led FIFA since 2016, claims the competition has generated more than $2bn in revenue, which he says is worth "$33m per match." As a result, he believes the tournament has been a "huge success", adding "the golden era of the continued financial exploitation of global club football has started."     Despite tales of Welsh heroism, England Women thumped their neighbours 6 - 1 in a more entertaining match than others we could mention.     Italy's Jannick Sinner beat Spain's Carlos Alcatraz by 3 sets to 1 in the Men's Final at Wimbledon, despite having a head full of ginger wool and a name like Jannick Sinner. .     England and India played out a tetchy cultural exchange on the fourth day of the third test match at Lord's, thus confirming once again that Test Match cricket remains the most dramatic and absorbing form of the game.     Meanwhile, in the land of the free and the home of the brave, PSG seemed suspiciously uninterested in competing for the World Club Foot title. Other uninterested parties included me, and a semi-comatose Donald Trump until he was woken by the Gollum-like fawning of Lord Infantino to give out some medals. Sadly, our abiding memory of this God-forsaken tournament will be the sound of Trump being booed during the national anthem and the grotesque sight of him mindlessly clapping among the bouncing Chelsea players while Infantino tried to get him out of the way.

Little Ed's Worst Films in History What's with the long horse face, Vetch? I beg your pardon, sir? You, you've got the face of a long horse. I'm sure I don't know what you mean, sir. The devil you don't, Vetch. You've not been at all yourself lately, and now you come in here with the long face of a horse. Tell me what's wrong, Vetch, or I shall be compelled to give you a dressing down in front of the other servants. There are no other servants, sir. What's that you say? No other servants? What happened to the cook? She died two years ago, sir. Good grief. I don't remember anything about that. No sir. The circumstances were vague. I thought it best to deal with the matter myself. Well never mind, pooh sticks under the bridge and all that. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or not? If you insist, sir. I most certainly do, Vetch. It's Forest, sir. They've sold their two best players, and show no sign of replacing them with players of equal quality. I fear that the coming season may see a severe downturn in their fortunes. Is that it? Sir, I am bereft. Bereft, you say? Did I ever tell you the story of Benderby, Gadd and Colonel Borrows? I do not recall that particular narrative, sir. Then listen carefully, Vetch. Sergeants Benderby and Gadd were the best fighting men bar none in the Sussex Light Cavalry. Just before the Third Battle of Omnivore, the two men deserted, apparently with the intention of setting up a profitable opium business in Chichester. Anyway, the rest of the troops were bereft. How were they to go into battle with their best men gone and no replacement available? This is where Colonel Borrows earned his corn. "Men," he said, "give no more thought to these deserters, these drug-addled traitors. Think only of the Regiment. Think only that every man jack of you has it within himself to step up and be a hero, so that the despised names of Benderby and Gadd shall be forgotten, trampled down in the mud of battle with the bloodied corpses of our foe!" Stirring words indeed, sir. I presume the battle was won? No Vetch. They were all killed, every single one of them. Oh. Then I don't see the point of the story, sir. The point is, Vetch, that this heroism business is a myth, a fraud, a deceit. There are no heroes. Learn that lesson, and you'll sleep more soundly in your bed a'nights. Now go and tell cook to prepare dinner will you, there's a good man.