It appears the England debacle at the World Cup was all my fault. Not because the players are ridiculously paid in the Premier League, lauded like mini gods, and so don't give two hoots about playing for England, and were already off on their expensive holidays in their heads. No. I didn't see Mr Babs' Lucky England Pants where they had been discarded on the bedroom floor from the last game, and so they weren't washed and ready in time for the game. Neither did I put the boys in their England kits (it was the hottest day of the year, they were practically naked).
I did not realise I had these powers to affect the result of such things. Next time I will act accordingly. Sorry England.