Last weekend, the football season ended with cup wins for Manchester United and Glasgow Celtic.

The week before, Jurgen Klopp gave up the throne at Liverpool, having been in governance longer than the last five-a-side team of British Prime Ministers.

Since late 2015, largely due to the great own goal of Brexit, there have been as many British Prime Ministers as managers of Manchester United – David Cameron, Teresa May, Boris Johnson, Liz Truss and Rishi Sunak.

By the middle of July we are likely to have another one, wearing the red shirt of Labour rather than the blue of the Conservative Party. Sunak, a man so deeply out of his depth that he should be wearing armbands, has called a General Election for July 4th. 

Maybe he thinks that “the British people” can be duped by yet another of his many clichés. This time it’s the American Dream.

And maybe he’s dreaming of some Budweiser effect at the ballot box causing the greatest turnaround in recent history since 25th May 2005 on a now infamous night for Liverpool in Istanbul.

But most likely there won’t be any comeback for a Prime Minister who’s so far removed from reality that he thinks a) flights to Rwanda matter to the ordinary person and b) that threats of National Service for the delinquent youth of today’s Britain is a vote winner.

Now – if he had said Civic Service, he might have stolen a yard on Labour. As it is, this just looks like another cynical ploy by a team on their way to the beach, after the title’s mathematically impossible and there’s a month of the season to go.

Keir Starmer’s Labour appear certain to win, even though many people seem to be apprehensive about trusting Keir, in being uncertain what he stands for.

I think he probably stands for socialist values but is scared of saying that word in case he becomes as much of a target for the right-wing press as Jeremy Corbyn.

Labour’s problem where Jeremy Corbyn is concerned is that they are obsessed with throwing the baby out with the bathwater. Many English people agreed with Jeremy’s desire for a better society but didn’t see him as being capable of achieving that.

The policies he espoused such as nationalisation of public services, particularly water and transport, actually had quite a lot of support.

But in the eyes of his doubters, we can all say what’s wrong with the world. The challenge is in successfully fixing things. 

People didn’t fully trust Labour to do that last time round. This time, I think they will because Britain is so crippled by Tory misrule that I’m surprised there’s no hashtag trending on Twitter based on the Oliver Stone movie Born on the Fourth of July.

Maybe #GoneontheFourthofJuly should be the Tories’ closing hashtag. But on their way out, I expect more than a few battles not to go Labour’s way.

And foremost amongst those, against the odds, Jeremy Corbyn might win the race for Islington North.

And if Jeremy takes the seat, there’ll be something massively symbolic in that – a man who has made his career out of protest makes the ultimate protest of all.

To be honest, it’s probably the ending he deserves.

This lifelong campaigner for justice has been vilified and caricatured to the extreme, largely because he represents a danger to the establishment, speaking out against all the perks of British politics, from endorsing foreign wars to availing of expenses.

There may be other independents who are successful on election night, with the likes of George Galloway heavily favoured to benefit from the Gaza protest vote.

And meanwhile on this side of the Irish Sea, significant things could also happen.

Sinn Féin have again nailed their colours to the mast of abstentionism and rejection of British rule. The DUP are in chaos, with even their leader Gavin Robinson at risk of losing his seat, particularly if Naomi Long were to stand against him.

Meanwhile, the SDLP who are officially a sister party to both the British and Irish Labour parties are a shadow of their former selves, despite sincere efforts in opposition.

They’re likely to have Colm Eastwood, at best, as their sole MP.

And the Ulster Unionists who should be in prime position to offer a pluralist vision to rival the Alliance Party seem stuck somewhere between Doug Beattie and the 1960s.

Evidence for that comes in the choice of Tim Collins as candidate for North Down.

Anyhow – away from local impasses, predictabilities and entrenchments – July 4th’s going to be a fascinating night. I love the craic of charts, predictions and studio panels where hardcore election junkies like John Curtice and David McCann get to chat for as long as Jamie Carragher and Gary Neville on a Sunday match day.

All eyes are upon them as they count away the minutes and hours, ticking off the votes and the constituencies like bits of a jigsaw puzzle through which the whole picture eventually emerges.

It’s like a séance in Coonian Ghost House where you’re staying up all night waiting to see what comes through the doors at midnight.

I’d imagine that in the early hours of 5th July we will see Keir Starmer taking the podium to lift the Cup and Rishi admitting he got his tactics wrong.

But then when you’re as rich as Rishi it probably doesn’t matter all that much.

The Tories have lost touch with the British public and even some of their most ardent supporters are probably going to be glad to see the back of them.

It’s uncertain whether Labour can deliver on their promises but their slogan is one of ‘change.’

One thing I do know is that if Labour keep their pledges and promises, Britain is likely to be a fairer society as a result of the election, whether a hung Parliament, a slim majority or a massive majority. 

It probably won’t be as fair as the society envisioned by Jeremy Corbyn’s manifestoes “For the Many, not the few” but then maybe that’s the difference in idealism and realism.

Ideological purity doesn’t always win elections.

We are where we are and it’s a long way from utopia. There’s a desire for change and that’s likely to be reflected at the ballot box on July 4th.

However the numbers pan out, the Tories will be gone and replaced by new kids on the block like in the 1990s when Tony Blair swept to power in the age of a band with the same name!

Ultimately, in the immortal words of Peter Cunnah and D-Ream “Things Can Only Get Better”.

Undoubtably, over the winter at Brookeborough GAA club’s Sunday night Bingo, the house announcer John Rooney is going to be heralding a full house with the words “Keir’s Den, Number Ten.”

Paul Breen is @paulbreenauthor on Twitter/X.