Maybe this has been discussed elsewhere, I don't know. But I think Woy has finally managed to dampen down all expectation and excitement about the Euros. I watched the Shearer Euro 96 programme the other day, and I can recall the excitement and anticipation when England played, the hope that somehow we could win the damn thing.
There was Euro fever in the streets, in the bars, in work, in the clubs.
Now, there is **** all. I live in a place, a little England place, where flags would adorn houses and every other car would have England flags fluttering from the windows as they drove past.
This year this is nothing. **** all. The odd flag. Very little talk about England in work. No real enthusiasm for the competition generally. The old cunt has finally made the general England mad public not give a ****. We all know what will happen. Flatter to deceive. Scrape through the group. Then fall over the moment they play a half decent side.
Having said that as I've got older, I have given less and less of a ****e about England. The whole set up stinks. The FA, ha, the FA. Their general ****housery down the years has made me hate them and all the old suits who sit at their desks making knee jerk populist decisions, in between their 4 hour all expenses paid lunch breaks.
Then there are the players. I have never felt such a disconnect to a group of little cunts who are representing the nation. Most are horrible little pricks who are millionaires and image obsessed, and don't seem to have the required fight and belief to roll up their sleeves when the going gets tough. There seem to be few real men, real leaders, knocking about these days. The likes of a Butcher or an Adams in years gone by.
Then chuck Woy on to the top of that stinking pile, and no wonder my enthusiasm has waned. But it seems he has done a great job in dismantling the passion of everyone else, certainly round my way; on people who probably don't hate the FA in the way I do, or who see the England players in the manner in which I do. Well done you jowly old owl faced prick.
There was Euro fever in the streets, in the bars, in work, in the clubs.
Now, there is **** all. I live in a place, a little England place, where flags would adorn houses and every other car would have England flags fluttering from the windows as they drove past.
This year this is nothing. **** all. The odd flag. Very little talk about England in work. No real enthusiasm for the competition generally. The old cunt has finally made the general England mad public not give a ****. We all know what will happen. Flatter to deceive. Scrape through the group. Then fall over the moment they play a half decent side.
Having said that as I've got older, I have given less and less of a ****e about England. The whole set up stinks. The FA, ha, the FA. Their general ****housery down the years has made me hate them and all the old suits who sit at their desks making knee jerk populist decisions, in between their 4 hour all expenses paid lunch breaks.
Then there are the players. I have never felt such a disconnect to a group of little cunts who are representing the nation. Most are horrible little pricks who are millionaires and image obsessed, and don't seem to have the required fight and belief to roll up their sleeves when the going gets tough. There seem to be few real men, real leaders, knocking about these days. The likes of a Butcher or an Adams in years gone by.
Then chuck Woy on to the top of that stinking pile, and no wonder my enthusiasm has waned. But it seems he has done a great job in dismantling the passion of everyone else, certainly round my way; on people who probably don't hate the FA in the way I do, or who see the England players in the manner in which I do. Well done you jowly old owl faced prick.
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