The Nightmare of The World Cup 2008 - Heading For Disaster

As it is now pretty much nailed on that Jason will be off down under again this year, for England's Four Nations campaign, I think it is time I put down in writing the personal hell that was 'The World Cup' in 2008. Who knows? It may act as therapy. I may get some sort of closure on the whole nightmare.

When the team left for Australia, on October 13th, I was 28 and had a nine-month old baby. I was on my own at home for three weeks before I went to Australia. My daughter, Evangeline, woke up in the night, every night, for about three hours. It was horrible.

We got to grips with Skype especially for the trip so that was nice, although some of the places where the team was staying didn't have a very reliable internet connection! In Townsville the boys were warned about the crocodiles outside and the lizards inside their rooms. It was quite an eye opener I hear.

When the team went to the World Cup they really believed that they had the potential to win this competition. It was an exciting time. England won their first match against Papua New Guinea, but were getting criticised for the performance despite the result.

As I was going to be away from home for three and a half weeks I decided to have a new burglar alarm fitted. The day before we set off I popped out, set the alarm, did whatever, came home, did whatever... Do you see the problem here? Fifteen minutes after I returned home I realised I'd forgotten to turn the alarm off yet it wasn't going off! Shoot. The alarm is not working and I am heading to the other side of the world for nearly a month in about 20 hours.

The alarm people had to come and fix it while I was doing last minute packing the next day.

While that was going on I had to take, and make, a number of very long phone calls to do with a sensitive issue surrounding one of the players. The least said about that the better. All's well that ends well. But it certainly ate into my packing/panicking time.

We arrived at the airport on Nov 1st in good time for our flight and, as I had a baby and was with my mum who uses a wheelchair, we were bumped to the front of the check-in queue. Things seem to be looking up hey? No. Two of the four Visas we had applied for weeks before were invalid because my dad and me were careless. On the forms I had got my passport number wrong and my dad got my mum's date of birth wrong. We seriously thought for a second that our across the world trip was about to end in Manchester.

As it turned out a reasonably quick phone call to immigration in Australia sorted it. I wouldn't advise sorting your visas in this way though as it was quite nerve wracking for a while.

So that's that. Checked in. Time to buy my P20 sunscreen and eat a ham and cheese croissant as I ALWAYS do at the duty free. Evangeline wore her hat that I made.

In the next installment I will write about why our flight was only slightly more chill-axed than that last one Samuel L Jackson caught. You know, the one with all the snakes on it.