Things started ok, average performance but at least he was playing. Then came the League Cup Final, again he started and I was full of it, already saying he will be a good shout for the World Cup. Then, of course, he gets injured. Out for the season and makes me look like, well, a fool really.
My next disappointment of the season (and there were many) came strangely enough from Man United again. As I have already said I have no great feelings for the club at all but as they were playing Bayern Munich, or the dirty Germans as they will now be referred as, I really wanted them to win!
Largely thanks to a man I find myself hating and I'm really not sure why. Although he is French which might explain it. I am of course talking about Frank Ribery.
As the season drew to a close the disappointment had really started to kick in.
Portsmouth. My dad's team. I've always had a soft spot for them. They not only got relegated but let's face it they did it in style. Docked 10 points and, at the last count, £110 million pounds in the red. Good work.
Sheffield Wednesday. My team as a junior. Relegated. And, let's face it, have had no money for at least 12 years now.
Not to be out done, my place of work, home town and therefore chosen team of adulthood, Hull City had a less than great season. Relegated. Not just relegated though. Didn't win an away game all season (in fact since February the season before) and, trying to follow Portsmouth's lovely example but falling short, announced that they themselves will be going back to the championship £35 million in debt.
My brother is a big fan of Sheffield United, to be honest I have no idea what they did but I'm guessing their season was over by Christmas. Stuck in mid table. Not very exciting so that's that.
So just a quick recap.
Tip for player of the season. Rubbish.
Follow a different team just to beat the Germans/French. Lose.
Childhood team. Relegated again. No money.
Adult team. Relegated. Less than no money.
Dad's team. Relegated. Even less than no money.
Brother's team. Rubbish.
And so onto the World Cup!
Now before I start on this I need to say again: I do love football especially England. I hate it when people slag off our country, I refuse to read the paper when England lose.
My biggest hate in the world is when so called celebrities do those stupid shows "football nightmares" or whatever they are called. They sit there, slag off their country and think it's funny.
We need more pride as a country, every time England play I think they are going to win. I think we have the best players in the world and I can't understand why any Englishman would not agree with me.
I even go out of my way to defend all players when the so called media get bored and decided to attack them.
John Terry really didn't help my case, I'll admit that.
The point is, never have I thought there is a problem with the 'beautiful game', I don't hate the global billion pound business it has become.
Would I change it slightly? Maybe.
But really I just want to see my team win.
So the World Cup, to be honest I don't think I will go on too much, like I said, I hate negative talk about England so I may find it hard to say much. It goes without saying the World Cup is the Mecca of football; the excitement had been building for months really and I was sure this was our time to do well. We had the shirts, jackets, bunting, flags, mugs, cups.... it looked like St George himself had thrown up in my flat.
As a side note, Beckham injured before the start was probably the biggest disappointment for me. The man is a FOOTBALL LEGEND and I think we needed him. So, as with the season before, I'll break it down.
England were poor but after the game I kept saying it will be ok.
After the last group stage I got into a reasonably heated debate with a friend. I, of course, stood on the side of we-didn't-play-well-but-we-qualified-that's-all-that-matters. He, of course, like most people, was on the side of we-are-crap.