We didn't do very well against Algeria, and everybody is a little bit worried. Mr Capello is spending more and more time shouting and waving his hands around, but still no matter how much of his spittle I get in my eyes I still don't know what he's trying to say. My guess is that he wants me to be more involved, so I will try even harder to run in to the centre whenever there's a chance.
Mr Pearce has a big bruise on his shoulder today and isn't looking Mr Capello in the eye.
4pm. John told the newspaper men that we were all worried and we are going to have a big talk about how we aren't playing very well. I think this is a good idea, because maybe then we can work out what Mr Capello wants us to do.
Monday 21st June
5:30am. Just woke up, it's the middle of the night. I had a bad dream, I think I heard a tiger. I am going to go and climb in with John because he is big and strong and he will protect me.
5:45am. John didn't want me to climb in, he called me a 'whiny twerp' which I think must mean 'cheeky chap'. And he hit me on the nose, which hurts now. I don't like John anymore.
6:30am. Still very sad, can't sleep. Sent a message to one of my friends who writes nice things about me saying I have fallen out with John about what he did to me.