Once more into the breach

It's quarter-final fun. Hooray to Germany for keeping the Deutschland party going. Now, the girly-men of Italy (as Arnie 'The Gubernator' Schwarznegger might call them) take on the Ukrainian bricklayers. The latter can ensure plenty of cracks abounding (though not from slipshod working practices, you understand), though whether the Italians dare to dip their effeminate feet into such recesses to win last-minute penalties remains to be seen. Andriy Schevchenko, leading the Ukrainians, is known to terrorise Italian domestic defences, so suddenly the idea of the Italy manager to draw all his team from the Italian league doesn't look so clever.
Back in Britain, we at Whatman's are exhorted to support our boys in Germany by buying a 7* (i.e. 7 piece) English breakfast. Most of the staff couldn't give a **** about buying that and how consuming a grease-laden fry-up helps Rooney put one into the net is still unclear.
It was a tough job today as I cleaned and counted 1025 microslides in seven hours forty-five (incl. two twenty min. breaks as part of that). If that doesn't sound exactly thrilling to read, try doing it.