WELL hoo-flippin’-rah. At long, long, long last, York’s omniscient powers that be have come to a decision as to where the city’s much-cherished, much more needed, community stadium is going to be.

The answer all you good, patient citizens of this ancient walled city have been waiting for is that the destination of said new soopah-doopah, all-purpose, one size fits all stadium is at... Monks Cross.

Actually very near Huntington Stadium, the current home of York City Knights and where the rugby league club have been based for more than two decades.

Cue shake of incredulous noggins at suddenly being gripped by sporting déjà vu.

Isn’t that where the new home of York City and the Knights, or as they were known in a previous 13-a-side life, the Wasps, was originally mooted as being the most suitable site some seven, maybe even eight, years ago? Yes, the very same.

Just think what has happened globally in that self-same time-frame.

There’s been no fewer than two World Cups, including the one which finishes tomorrow in South Africa, where a plethora of gleaming stadia have been built.

There’s also been one Olympic Games in China, where architecture and technology – underpinned admittedly and shamefully by an unlimited and dispensable workforce – melded together to create sports venues of breath-snatching dimensions.

As we live and breathe, closer to home, work presently hurries apace on new venues for the London 2012 Olympics, while since 2003 several new football grounds have sprung up in this fair land. Why, even new Wembley has been finished.

And now, crikey Moses, lummee, and I’ll be darned, we have the site for York’s community stadium.

Well, blow me down with a feather. Pass the smelling salts or magic sponge, I think I’m going to swoon at the Usain Bolt dash of it all.

Now that the location, location, location has been verified I suppose all the City of York Council representatives and employees dealing with such a thorny issue will be accepting a pat on the back for acting so promptly and precisely.

After all, it’s only a decade since York City were almost swallowed by the consuming maw of oblivion when its Bootham Crescent ground was put up for sale from under the club.

I seem to remember it wasn’t councillors or council officers who came to the rescue then. It was the supporters of York City, those who elect said councillors and who pay the wages of said officers, who saved the Minstermen.

And how are those rate-payers rewarded? By the sort of prevarication and shilly-shallying that would leave fabled fence-sitters with the numbest of splintered bums.

The worst of all the delay is that the new community stadium has now to be built amid a financial climate more taut than a circus tightrope.

Appropriately City of York Council’s record on sporting provision in this city might well be associated with the name Fred Karno.

TOMORROW is arguably football’s most anticipated collision – the World Cup final.

Holland and Spain are the adversaries who will tangle in Johannesburg for the right to become the eighth nation in the tournament’s history to finish as global top dogs.

But that zealously-anticipated encounter is prefaced tonight by without doubt the most futile fixture in football’s frenzied folklore.

Germany take on fellow last-four losers Uruguay in the third/fourth place play-off.

It is a showdown that is a bigger waste of time than two consecutive hours of the loopy-loop that is Sky Sports News.

If a team is vanquished in any other semi-final from the FA Vase to the European Champions League, there is no further game to decide who will be third and who will come next. The unfortunate, vanquished teams are just defeated semi-finalists. That’s that. There’s no further aching reminder of such semi-final anguish to endure.

It’s vuvuzela loud and clear that neither Germany nor Uruguay will truly want to play such a meaningless clash.

I bet as soon as they lost to Spain and Holland respectively they wanted to be away from South Africa and off to a well-deserved holiday as soon as possible. But no, they have to hang around for a match of going through the motions.

Can anyone, barring anorak-clad, sad-sack statisticians, remember who finished third and fourth in previous World Cups? Come on Blatter, Platini et al – time to dump this dismal duel.