
Superstition? Pah? We're having none of it - says the dear old FA.
That's the Football Association's gameplan, it seems, who are to set wheels in motion for a victory parade, tea with the Queen for Sven's England heroes and a national public holiday after the boys with Three Lions on their shirts' happy and glorious World Cup Final victory on July 9.
One mini moot point here: we haven't had a kick yet, nor won the sainted 12-inches-high-and-made-of-solid-gold trophy.
Problem? Nah, not really.
In a worrying display of fate-tempting from the legendary Soho Square bunglers, we learn that "July 11 has been pencilled in for the celebration", which would be a rugby world cup/Ashes-style open-top bus ride through central London.
The Times says, amusingly, that any planned public holiday "would also apply to Scotland, even though some fans there may be tempted to support whoever England are playing against".
Oh get over yourself, Jimmy.
We in England have always wanted the Tartan Army's favourite misfits XI to win in big tournaments.
Against Costa Rica. The Faroe Islands. Iran.