I watched the penalty shootout last night, and realised that if he missed his penalty - the name would forever be associated with England getting knocked out of the World Cup. I was probably more nervous than he was. All ended well, and I didn't have to spell my name when I collected my prescription at the pharmacy today - so perhaps that's progress.
Now if only he'd realise it's false economy to cut your own hair, and get a decent barber . . . .