I am so sad that I started to sound this out in my head. It very quickly turned into the Ski Sunday theme and I broke my mental "d" key. Appropriate tune though because we are definitely sliding down a slippery slope at a fair of rate of knots. We haven't even got two skis anymore though as we lost one on the first turn, and we're going to complete the course facing backwards looking pissed off. Back to reality, I am not confident that we will score so I'm hoping for a: a miracle, not bothered which religion's god causes it just as long as it works in our favour b: a massive snowstorm so that the match gets abandoned although we do win the snowball fight or c: Kane runs into Son and Alli in the tunnel and all 3 end up injured so that we only concede 4. We might win of course, but that is just a pipe dream