England's finest where in action last night. It was fun to watch Adrian Chiles, with his face like a ball bags neck, assuring us that our heroes had played well.
(Left: Adrian Chiles. P.s That is not Adrain Chiles. It just looks like him)
As usual we were crap. 2-1 against Hungary is hardly earth shattering. What was also amusing was the commentators and pundits insisting that the team was the "new breed". Two or three new players doesn't make it "new".
They had more spark than the dismal Sunday league layabouts that went to the world cup but not much more. Its Hungary for Christs sake. We are apparently the 7th best team in the world, we should have laughed those peasants out of our lovely stadium.
Like all Englishman I am guilty of disgusting over confidence on all matters of English football. I really do believe we are going to win any tournament we enter and am always gutted when we are humbled by far superior opposition. Like everyone else I thought Capello would change things. Him with his melted rubber face and indecipherable accent.
Like all England managers though he knows he can't really tinker with the line up. People scream at the TV when he names a 4-4-2 formation but sit quietly by as almost every Premier League manager does exactly the same as him. Still, we all know better than the England manager. Its a weird phenomenon, nobody would dream to tell seasoned club managers what to do, nobody ever shots at Jose, Fergie, Wenger, Ancelotti. We trust their skills and judgement. The moment one of them takes on the curse of the England national team though everyone knows better.
(These guys will follow you to work. Sometimes piping up with "YOU STUPID BASTARD SMITH!" USE TWO STAPLES ON THAT FILE! AAAAH YOU KNOW NOTHING YOU TWAT!!!")
Unlike the rest of the country I was not filled with impotent rage when I learnt Fabio wasn't going to play Beckham anymore. I still think he has something to offer but I am sick of people saying, whenever Beckham goes to take a free kick:
"He'll score this. He always scores free kicks"
He doesn't. Like every other player, he occasionally scores the odd free kick, he just does it at the right time. This comment always comes from some dribbling idiot who never watches football and knows who Beckham is from the front page of the Sun. Incidentally this is where he gains all his knowledge from. See him below:
(Left: Adrian Chiles. P.s That is not Adrain Chiles. It just looks like him)
As usual we were crap. 2-1 against Hungary is hardly earth shattering. What was also amusing was the commentators and pundits insisting that the team was the "new breed". Two or three new players doesn't make it "new".
They had more spark than the dismal Sunday league layabouts that went to the world cup but not much more. Its Hungary for Christs sake. We are apparently the 7th best team in the world, we should have laughed those peasants out of our lovely stadium.
Like all Englishman I am guilty of disgusting over confidence on all matters of English football. I really do believe we are going to win any tournament we enter and am always gutted when we are humbled by far superior opposition. Like everyone else I thought Capello would change things. Him with his melted rubber face and indecipherable accent.
Like all England managers though he knows he can't really tinker with the line up. People scream at the TV when he names a 4-4-2 formation but sit quietly by as almost every Premier League manager does exactly the same as him. Still, we all know better than the England manager. Its a weird phenomenon, nobody would dream to tell seasoned club managers what to do, nobody ever shots at Jose, Fergie, Wenger, Ancelotti. We trust their skills and judgement. The moment one of them takes on the curse of the England national team though everyone knows better.
I'm guilty of it too we all are. That's why the bosses resign. Imagine going to work every day with 70,000 people screaming different opinions of how you should do something. Then if you make the slightest mistake they will scream abuse at you and the papers will make a pun out of your name.
(These guys will follow you to work. Sometimes piping up with "YOU STUPID BASTARD SMITH!" USE TWO STAPLES ON THAT FILE! AAAAH YOU KNOW NOTHING YOU TWAT!!!")
Unlike the rest of the country I was not filled with impotent rage when I learnt Fabio wasn't going to play Beckham anymore. I still think he has something to offer but I am sick of people saying, whenever Beckham goes to take a free kick:
"He'll score this. He always scores free kicks"
He doesn't. Like every other player, he occasionally scores the odd free kick, he just does it at the right time. This comment always comes from some dribbling idiot who never watches football and knows who Beckham is from the front page of the Sun. Incidentally this is where he gains all his knowledge from. See him below:
Still, Becks gave a lot of service to the England team and I will miss him.
Good luck to you buddy. Enjoy your millions of pounds and beautiful wife while the rest of us crawl around in this armpit of an existence.
I'm not bitter.
Good luck to you buddy. Enjoy your millions of pounds and beautiful wife while the rest of us crawl around in this armpit of an existence.
I'm not bitter.
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