Well it's time to come home. We're on the bus on the way to the airport. Everyone's really down about yesterdays performance and exit from WC2010. However a few guys were feeling so sick last night they were still in the wc at 20:10.
At least one consolation for me is that I am not about to get picked on by the press. No game, no cap, no blame - perhaps.
Anyway the early exit means that Mrs D's possible TV opportunity has gone - victim of the programme makers austerity measures - allegedly.
We're still on for Skeggy next week. Might even have a run up to Mablethorpe and the naturist beach at North Cotes a few miles away. Nobody saw me with my kit on in South Africa so people won't recognise me with my kit off in Lincolnshire.
Fabio's future won't be decided for a couple of weeks.
Whatever happens we're back to football business with a friendly against Hungary in August. Then European Championship qualification matches from September. Looking forward to the game against Wales next March. Mrs D told me last night that there is a young lad called Dyfan from some place called Llandybie who thinks he knows what I look like - but he could be getting me confused with someone else with the same name. Maybe I will see him at the game and he can ask me for my autograph - it will be worth a fortune one day.
Thanks for reading my diary - it's been fun writing it for you.
Look out for The Spurs winning the Champions League next season - especially if we can keep Harry at The Lane. Keep your hands off England!!
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