Quite how you are supposed to teach youngsters the joy of participation when you see the professionals being ever so dodgy.
France got through to the World Cup thanks to their captain Thierry (Titi to his team mates) Henry handling the ball and then passing it for William Gallas to score.
It wasn't the ball hit me hand ref, it was more I made sure I controlled the ball with me mits.
Oh well. France through and Ireland out. No feat of genius. No flash of skill. Just plain old fashioned cheating.
The match was tough to watch. Indeed it was dire fare and I don't think I was seeing the potential world champions battling it out.
Went off for supper before the match with me mate Charlie who was over from London. And then we saw the match from about the hour mark. What with extra time, it was about an hour's worth of "top quality" football. Dire.
While at tennis practice, there was a cacophony outside the tennisdrome. Klaxons galore as the Algerians all came out to blare their happiness as their team had beaten Egypt 1-0 in Khartoum to advance to the finals for the first time since 1986.
No element of a handball in their goal.
But then they're not the former world champions.