That's that then. A 101-year-old record has been reset and Nicky Shorey is Reading's first England player since 1906.

Not that tomorrow's back pages are likely to have his name splashed in bold black lettering. It was a fairly anonymous England debut - but perhaps that's the best sort of England debut.

Each time Shorey got the ball, he looked to dispatch it swiftly, efficiently and calmly to another white shirt, then carried on with his game. Nothing flash, nothing too risky, in fact nothing risky at all. Pass and move, the essence of simple football. No complaints there.

If he'd scored a hat-trick, nobbled three Brazilians while the ref wasn't looking, and saved a penalty, that would have been brilliant - but where do you go from there? Equally the boy Shorey did nothing wrong, certainly nothing the commentators and pundits were prepared to pick up on, and I didn't spot anything either.

People voting on the BBC Sport player rater have, at the time of writing, given Shorey 6.53 out of 10 - behind Beckham (7.88), Gerrard (7.78) and Terry (7.24). Now even allowing for enthusiastic Reading fans clicking '10' a few dozen times, he's doing alright to be top of the pile behind those three, and he's streets ahead of the rest.

Staying under the radar is ideal in your first England game. He can go to Steve McClaren, say 'job done', and wait for his next opportunity - after all there's no guarantee Wayne Bridge will be back for the Estonia game, and even if he is, Bridge needs to find an extra gear to demonstrate why he ought to be ahead of Shorey in the pecking order.

The pressure is back off Nicky - til tomorrow's wedding. Earlier his bride-to-be Emily was joking that they need a cardboard cut-out of him for rehearsals. At least tonight wasn't a flop.

Big Brother watch

Ziggy has entered the house, with male hormones inside already as rare as stardust (barring one or two distinct 'maybes' on the testosterone front - we're talking pink hair).

Ziggy's introductory video was frankly soft porn, and the former boyband star has entered the house clad in an immaculate black suit.

After a little trouble wading through the doors he emerged to the kind of reception any boyband member would come to expect - a horde of screaming women. Kisses - on the cheek - all round. The twins are dancing in circles.

"Am I the only guy here?" See, this has all been about the girls' reaction, but no one really gave time to how poor Ziggy would react to the challenge of fending off the female population. He's just repeated it. "Am I the only guy in here?" He looks, frankly, a worried man.

Oh no hang on, that worried look has broken into a smug look. "Who's going to show me round?" Classic male approach, that - let the ladies assert their claim, take the pressure off, make them work for it. Full marks boyo.

Ziggy's swiftly called to the diary room and immediately takes the time to thank Big Brother for "the people you've put in the house". Give it time with the twins, Zigmeister, and you'll regret counting those chickens.

Outside Laura is looking underwhelmed, presumably because - and we have to be honest here - she's around ninth in the queue.

He's back out and the jacket's off. Any sweat patches on that white shirt? None discernible - good boy, that'd have ruined it.

It's just been confirmed that Ziggy will be the only one allowed to nominate people for eviction. Frankly he's not my type but for the rest of that lot, for the next week, he'll be some kind of God. I must wear suits more often, you know.