The Football Fallout - it moves faster than a speeding bullet.

Ever watched a game in the evening, turned the telly off at 10pm then woken up the next morning to find that all hell has broken loose? While you've been catching forty winks, the soccer world has been strapped into a rickety rollercoaster with dodgy brakes.

Take last night for instance. France crumble in spectacular fashion in their must-win game against Italy and the former World and Euro champions crash out, and that should be enough.

But no. Within a few short hours Lilian Thuram and Claude Makelele have announced their international retirements, there are (unsubstantiated) rumours that Franck Ribery has done some Gazza-esque damage to his knee, and coach Raymond Domenech is hotly-tipped to succeed Alain Perrin as manager of Lyon. I mean, do these people never sleep?

Whatever happened to 'getting your head down and seeing how things look in the morning'?

But the best was yet to come. Domenech, seemingly forgetting his team had been humbled and a nation were baying for his blood, took the opportunity whilst on air to propose to his girlfriend who, presumably, was up all night too ..