After a number of shocks on the first weekend, no-one thought the replays could throw up anything more.

But up steps little Havant and Waterlooville to see off Swansea (the best team, bar Leeds, in League One).

Former Haverhill Rovers player Charlie Henry is part of the Havant set-up and was a major player in Rovers fantastic run in 2006.

Unfortunately, after playing for Dorchester in a previous round, Henry will miss out.

But what an incredible thing to be part of.

Unfortunately, this game won't be shown on television – providing an extra cash windfall for the little club.

Ask any football fan what game they want to see in the next round and, after their own team, Liverpool v Havant will be top of the list 99 per cent of the time.

However, not one channel will have it on live.

It was like last night.

While the drama of Havant's win was unfolding – the BBC didn't even have the decency to show half-time or full-time highlights.

Man City v West Ham was truly awful – two Premiership teams cancelling each other out (AGAIN!!!) - in front of a stadium with lots of empty seats, showing a game lacking ideas, invention and even a little guts or determination.

At half-time it, the BBC had the perfect opportunity to show the highlights of the dramatic first-half in which Havant had taken a three-goal lead – in a game where clearly neither side cancelled each other out, which was played in front of a packed house with plenty of guts and determination for all to see – as well as a little invention.

Instead of taking that chance, they decided to talk about Kevin Keegan's return to Newcastle. Oh dear!

Keegan will be talked about for the next few days, weeks and probably even months and just showed what a hold the Premier League has over the rest of football.

Until the TV companies recognise this and the fans start voting with their feet not to go to these games then the gulf between Premier League and the rest will widen and widen and widen until it can take no more and the bubble bursts in a sticky mess over everyone.

Instead of Liverpool v Havant the BBC will treat us to Wigan v Chelsea and Man Utd v Spurs.

Man Utd v Spurs gets away with it because it will probably be a decent game but Wigan v Chelsea (ARGH!!!!!!!!!)

This isn't a dig at the BBC (which, in its defence, is showing the David v Goliath tie between Mansfield v Middlesbrough), everyone is guilty.

Sky Sports plan to show Sheffield United v Man City (bound to be another bore fest between two sides that don't actually seem to want to score many goals!)

Another argument in the defence that TV companies don't care about the real fans is the Plymouth v Watford quarter-final last year – SHOWN ON SUNDAY EVENING!

How on earth were those away fans going to get home in time for work. Ridiculous.

Something needs to change, and change fast.

As for me, I'll be taking in a Friday night clash between Southend and Barnsley from one of the 12,000 best seats in the country to watch that game.

If you're free on FA Cup weekend try and go to a game in the competition that's not on TV and show them who we really want to see.

Plus, you can't better for FA Cup drama than actually being at the stadium - it's fantastic.

Sport is a dangerous thing, particularly the emotional tie that it seems to create.

If I go to Roots Hall to watch Southend play I inevitably end up shouting and screaming at the players because I want them to do well.

I don't know them personally and they don't know me yet there is a strange spiritual bond there.

That emotional attachment I have to my team means I sometimes slip into the odd day dream about us being one of the top clubs in the country (the dream is usually swiftly broken when someone reminds me that the paper won't write itself).

I know Southend aren't that good but I like to believe that maybe, just maybe, we can be the top of that 24 team league and we can defy the odds to win the Champions League, despite being two leagues low to even be allowed to enter.

You're sat there, reading this, thinking to yourself: “Goodness, this guy is so deluded about his club.” (Unless you're a fellow Shrimper of course).

Yes I probably am slightly deluded but don't we all get like that.

The prime example being the weekend's boxing when British hero Ricky Hatton.

The media, the fans, even I wanted Ricky to win so much that everyone started to believe he could.

Hatton beating Floyd Mayweather Jnr (the best pound for pound boxer on the planet) would have been somewhat of an upset.

It got massive coverage over here as if it was the next Rumble in the Jungle but was that because we wanted it so much?

Mayweather proved the hype was too much and destroyed Hatton with ten rounds of near flawless boxing to bring us all crashing down to earth.

If Hatton had been American no-one in the boxing world in this country would have said he could do it.

But sport is strange old thing and we make ourselves believe things that are really quite out of our reach.

Do you have any story of sporting delusion? Comment below.

Sounds interesting... To me anyway.

I know what you're thinking now and it goes something like this: “He's just another journalist who thinks he can do a better job than the professionals themselves.”

You would be absolutely right.

Argument one.

What may swing it my way is that I wouldn't cost the FA an arm and a leg.

I wouldn't demand £3.75million if I were to give England's loyal supporters 18 months of diabolical football and failure.

I wouldn't want £2.5 million for failing. I would feel so bad about it that I wouldn't take a penny.

Give me £100,000 a year, a house and a car and put the rest back into nurturing our best young talent.

With an average London house price of about £400,000 and a £20,000 car I would have made you a saving of about £5.5 million for the rubbish that has graced Wembley for the last 18 months.

With that we could have wiped out debt in a small African province or paid for a family of four to have Big Mac meals for more than 1,078 years (93,983 days to be precise).

That family may all have died of scurvy. Or obesity. Or rickets. Or heart disease. Or chip poisoning (if there isn't such a disease I'm sure this family would prove it by the time one of them was 300 or so years old!). Anyway you get my drift with what the money could have done.

Second argument.

I wouldn't continue to grin like a Cheshire cat at a press conference after we had been beaten badly.

If it hurts show it hurts don't hide behind that toothy grin that is probably just being used to distract people's attention away from the rather nasty bald sport that is developing in the middle of your head.

Which brings me on to argument three.

Be honest. I would be the most honest England manager we've ever had.

If we were crap I'd say it. If we were excellent I'd climb to the top of the tallest building like Spiderman on drugs and shout about it.

Just be straight with people, don't tell us what we want to hear because what I want to hear is the truth.

Argument four (and five)

I wouldn't mess around (and I would play the best team not best players).

A poorly educated monkey can tell that Gerrard and Lampard can't play in central midfield together. That England (having played 4-4-2 for 1,078 years) shouldn't go and mess around for a game of such stature and importance.

I'd say: “Sorry Frank, Stevie G is about 1,078 times better than you so will be playing in midfield today.”

Play the best team not the best players.

Not so long ago Brazil had Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Rivaldo and Adriano in their squad.

The manager didn't try and fit them all in because they were individually the best players, he said (in a better Brazilian accent than mine): “Oi Adriano. You can't play today because those three are 1,078 times as effective in that system than the four of you cramping each other's style in some god awful formation that wouldn't work against the Dog and Duck.”

Use Albania, Andorra, Liechtenstein, etc... to test out your new Christmas pudding formation, not the most important game the country has had since the last World Cup.

Argument (Well, I've lost count now).

Don't make stupid knee jerk reactions like dropping Beckham because it makes you look like a big strong man or playing Carson (which he should have started doing months ago when everyone else could see Robbo was rubbish) in the most important match since the last World Cup.

His confidence is about 1,078 times lower than it was before the Croatia game now.

Next argument (17?).

Don't lie.

“I like my teams to have balance,” said McLaren.

Excellent I thought as England started well against Andorra with a balanced team.

Left winger on left, right winger on right. One defensive and one attacking midfield player.

Simple game if you make it simple not if you then go back on what you said so England lose years of progress when they should have been mounting a serious challenge in Austria and Switzerland next summer.

I've lost the will to carry on as there are so many arguments for me to be the next England manager and why I would have been better than Steve McLaren.

I just hope he doesn't end up at my club.

Mr Barwick. If you are reading this, I'm your man and I'd be happy for you to contact me at the Haverhill Echo.

I haven't been in hiding, crying after watching our rugby stars robbed (well, maybe) by a TV replay of World Cup glory, Lewis Hamilton robbed (well, possibly) by a technical problem and his first driving mistake of the season, and England robbed (yes, definitely) by their own inability to look like a half decent side.

I have actually been on holiday and do apologise for the millions (?) of people who religiously read this blog and now think I'm a heartless uncaring fiend for leaving you to wallow in your own pain.

I'm sorry to inform you that it isn't going to get better as England probably crash out of the Euro 2008 qualifiers and McLaren loses his job as head coach of a nation that boasts talent such as Wayne Rooney and Steven Gerrard.

The thing is I will be embarrassed if we don't qualify and embarrassed if we do.

Anyone who has seen the film Mike Bassett: England Manager will know what I'm on about when I explain one of the jokes in that film will become a shocking reality if Russia fail to beat either Israel or Andorra this week).

In that film, England are on the verge of exit from the World Cup qualifiers after several poor performances.

They trudge back to the dressing room defeated, thinking they are out.

Then you hear through the dressing room door as they celebrate Luxembourg beating Turkey (I think) in a shock result to send England through.

That is a joke. A funny one in the film. It is now a reality and I am embarrassed, shamed and embarrassed that I will hold my cold pint and cheer on Israel to beat Russia.

England are now so bad it has come to this, something that a film director found rather amusing - as did anyone who watched it.

I want to hide myself behind a Scotsman for goodness sake. It is that bad.

The man who must pay for it is Steve McLaren I'm afraid. Yes, he has got better over the past 12 months but you just can't trust his knee jerk decisions.

Sven (ridiculed as a bad England manager) never failed to get us to a major tournament, he just couldn't get us past the quarter finals.

From the evidence of this campaign it seems as if we were punching above our weight anyway.

Get McLaren out and get in Wenger, O'Neill or Allardyce.

Someone who understands the English game until the youngsters Trevor Brooking is teaching to have better ball skills are old enough to represent the country.

I know Wenger likes to play the way with the ball skills and the excellent, slick passing but he also knows the English game inside out and has a proven record. he taught Tony Adams to run the length of the pitch and find a simple pass for goodness sake.

TONY ADAMS. George Graham's prodigy. Adams had probably never hit a pass less than 50 yards before Wenger came along and he went on to have the four best years of his career.

O'Neill would motivate the team and Allardyce knows how to get the best out of his men and they both also know the English game.

McLaren was supposed to being an Englishman, but he's proved he doesn't.

I don't like to see anyone lose their job but sorry Steve.