So apparently Spain can kick a ball into a net more times than anyone else in the world, at least at the moment. We are grateful, of course, to the W***d C*p for introducing us to Paul, the Psychic Octopus, but other than that, thank goodness it's over .
Anyway, today I figured out exactly how clever I am. I am clever enough to realise that if you put a clothes-horse covered in clothes outside on a windy day, you should peg everything on so it doesn't blow away; I am not clever enough to realise that this will increase its air resistance and make it blow over and dump everything onto the ground.
 It is over, isn't it? I assume, when they say 'Final', that they mean 'Last Thing That Will Happen'.