Eyes of the world are on the WAGs

WHAT KATI DID NEXT: I don’t know about you, but I thought the World Cup was about football.

You know, 22 men kicking a ball, kicking one another, falling over, getting up, spitting.

You know the kind of thing. That’s what I thought it was about, but apparently, no.

Not since the last World Cup has it been a tournament about football.

It is really about the WAGS. The Wives and Girlfriends of said kickers, fallers and spitters.

Baden Baden, as I seem to remember, had a bit of football that increasingly got in the way of the nightly fashion parade from the WAGS.

I think I saw a few of them at the games and a couple of times I saw them looking in the direction of the pitch, which is always a bonus.

But this year they won’t even need to go to a match.

Why bother when you can just walk down a street and up your profile in such literary circles as Heat and Look magazines.

Even now the media coverage is hotting up with the fashion faux pas of the WAGS.

Who will come out on top this year? Of course that’s a rhetorical question, because Vicky Beckham, or Posh as we all know her, is most obviously the Queen Bee.

Hold on though, David, yes the footballer in the equation has done something really, really, really bad to his leg or something and that means he can’t play.

So what will VB do this summer? Will she turn up anyway? I’m sure he will.

I’m sure he’ll hobble on at the opening ceremony in a no holds barred “let’s make some more money” logo splashed trackie as at the Commonwealth Games.

Will she be wearing a matching one, or will she use this opportunity to sell her own fashion line?

She’s not daft that one.

Surely its not been left to Coleen of the Pool, Steve Gerrard’s other half.

Can she carry the immense pressure of Dame WAG for the entire time of this kicking the ball about thing?

Or will she demure to the moneygrabber that is John Terry’s wife?

She who is now sporting a diamond the size of her own head, compensation for his winter indiscretion.

Anyway, whatever happens it won’t be the football we care about, will it? Come on you WAGS.