International break. Sigh. In comparison to domestic football it feels like a slow moving zombie straight out of The Walking Dead. You can see it moving towards you. An ugly, rotting carcass that persists with its thirst for living flesh. It doesn't take that much effort to ignore it and turn your back and walk towards something else instead. Unless you slump directly in front of it, there's little chance of a bite. Sure, if you're not paying attention it can creep up on you. But you'd have to be stupid or careless to allow that to happen. Always hold an axe in your hand.