As the slow drawn out death of Freakytrigger continues, it is nice to see some young chaps of this parish pinning their colours to their own mast: My Sofa World Cup. One assumes that this will involve in depth eviscerations of every game, every minute and avoiding David Pleat when possible. But the build up is already nicely strong. Ten years ago it seemed that everyone was trying to do the intelligent yet vaguely populist, slightly deconstructualist football writing. Then they realised how hard it was to do well. My Sofa World Cup has the balance of devotion, humour and genuine insight to spare. There are worse places to watch the World Cup.