I am eagerly looking forward to the inevitable disappointment of us narrowly missing out, on qualification for this event in North America, and yes, Mexico is classed thus.
I can see me now, bedecked in tartan, eyes flowing tears and weaving a half cut stagger home to batter my wife and children with a buckled belt.
I also foresee the continuing English game of predicting which early round you will fuck it up and the Welsh and Irish knowing their place, just have a right good time.
Meanwhile, after being released from jail for my domestic violence outburst, I will sit and watch it and imagine in my head that glorious day we qualify. This might kick me off again, so bleak is our chances, so, all in it doesn’t look good for old Magic anytime soon.