As a Dog Listener I'm always amused to see the pack animal in us on full display.

Just landed in England and while driving up to Sunny Scunny (check out that song on www.myspace.com/tripitakaboys) I was greeted with a plethora of St.George flags fluttering from hundreds of cars.

One house a few miles from Mum's (Jan Fennell) place is completely covered in one enormous England flag. Anyone would think there was a World Cup going on...

I always like to remind people that we share pack traits with wolves, and this is no exception.

An even better example happened on my recent trip to Sweden for a Dog Listener Event. I came out of a restaurant in Stockholm with Jenny, an ex-pat living there with her Swedish boyfriend.

Out of the blue two guys approached us and asked if we were English and where we were from. We barely had a chance to say anything before we were told that they were from Manchester, over in Stockholm for a try-out with a local football team.

"It's good to hear English," one said. I pointed out that everybody spoke English there. "Yeah, but it's not ENGLISH, you know what I mean?" came the reply. We wished them well with the try-outs and went on our way.

We discussed what had just happened, and realised that these footballers had felt drawn to our accents, feeling more comfortable in a strange place. A pack animal believes in safety in numbers...

So, as the countdown to kick-off fast approaches, here is my favourite England football song. It says it all...  Come On England (right up to the quarter finals...)!!  Yours truly, Tony Knight

PS That is Lily Allen's dad singing...