Birth of an Empire.

Appointing Cappello, old git in chief, is the best thing that could have happened. Even if we fail.

Apparently, he's treating the England team as if it's a Victorian School. Which is exactly what's needed. Referring to them by their last names, not being late, standing at the same time, eating at the same time. Oh, and under no circumstances can the wimmins be there.

The players wouldn't have stood this from McLaren, but who would, grinning like that and maintaining that magnificent sheen on his hair.

Under him and Ericsson it appeared to turn into a holiday at Center Parks.

It'll be interesting to see how long this fealty lasts from the players before they start to moan and want to get pissed and sleep with hairdressers.

Emperor Fabs does have some gravitas though. He's be the hard teacher you wouldn't mess with where as you would have just fucked about in McLarens and Sven's lessons.

Please don't shout at me Emporer Fabs, I didn't mean to misjudge the backpass.

Gold.