It is, most definitely, too hot. It’s a peculiar thing about the English that we crave the heat all year, and when high summer finally comes, we flake out and start complaining about the heat. I must admit, I’m the worlds worst for this – I keep thinking ‘when will summer come?’ then, when it comes, long for cool rain.

Possibly the best thing about summer is cricket. Long, lazy afternoons, watching a game slowly unfold, beer I hand. There is nothing better: watching the tactical battle between bowler and batsman, as the…

Hold up. Apparently, if memory serves, a few men are playing football in Germany. This will mean the capital sport that is cricket will be ignored. Humbug! Thou ball-kickers, I gesticulate noisily at you!

Seriously though, I think I speak for us all when I say COME ON ENGLAND!