Got fck all to do with all these cultural shifts, coaching this, grass roots that. The rest of the pi$$ing world looks up to the UK. Half of the fckers try and get in every year. Christ, why can't we just be left to enjoy something, it's always got to be about success, success, success. You know what's fcking hilarious? If we won the World Cup, it'd take about 30 mins for a journo to write a piece about winning the Euros. The only way from the top is down, as they say. Trouble is, the journey up used to be fun. Not any more.
The Poles wont roll over and it could prove to be a hard game. The hardest of the qualifiers on Tuesday. Liverpool's Raheem Sterling has been called up to replace Tom Cleverley in the England squad for Tuesday's final World Cup qualifier against Poland. Manchester United midfielder Cleverley sustained a calf problem in training on Thursday and missed the 4-1 victory over Montenegro on Friday. Winger Sterling, 18, has been promoted from the under-21 squad. England must beat Poland at Wembley to secure automatic qualification for next summer's tournament in Brazil. Puts a bit more pressure on the team. Jamaica-born Sterling became the fifth-youngest player to play for England when he started the 4-2 friendly defeat in Sweden last November aged 17. He has not featured for his country since, but was part of the squad that beat Moldova and drew in Ukraine last month.
My theory on World Cup failures... There are some really good teams out there. Even if you have a really good team, it takes a good run, usually quite kind fixtures for squad rotation, refs that aren't against you (whether intentionally or otherwise) and your players to be in the form of their lives. Even if there were fundamental shifts in grassroots football, it's going to be hard for us to win a World Cup, and take an infinite number of things to go in our favour. I think we should just take it f***ing easy. Why would you want your kids associating the World Cup with so much pressure on winning, and lamenting failure? Why would they want to grow up and play for England knowing those odds?
Perhaps once you win, you should be exempt from future world cups, so that one day, even Malta will have a chance.
I have a general query guys. As you know, I have occasioned upon finding another female I'd consider potentially worthy of being Mrs JPF, having been heart-broken by the many women of Not606 and their various betrothals prior to engaging with me on this forum. Anyway, I have spoken to her with increasing regularity for a week. As I said, she works at a sandwich shop, and I always get my sandwich from there (even when they only have horrible ones left... you can understand) at lunch, so we have been speaking. She always smiles when I walk past and one time she actually physically beamed at me... I don't know if that's a Geordie term for something else sexual, but just in case, I mean that she "lit up" (not a cigarette... jesus guys work with me)... One day she was saying how she won a prize because a customer mentioned her name to head office for being excellent at customer service, unsurprisingly because she's amazing with everyone. Reading your mind here, I was content having a seriously attractive lady being charming with me for the sake of her job, but on this particular day she just said "have it" (about my sandwich... get your mind out of the gutter). I was utterly bewildered, and offered to pay several times, but she refused, so I left in a state of shock. In reply I went to WHSmiths and bought her some chocolates and sneaked them on the desk as I went past later. The next day she thanked me, and we had another nice chat when I occasioned on passing (again ). When I went for my sandwich, she couldn't give me it (pervert) as her colleague was there, so I insisted I was happy to pay (that's usually how I see business going at these places, I don't woo the women who work there for goods like Tash). Anyway, I once again gave her chocolates, but instead of having the receipt inside the bag, I slipped in a poem (I know, I'm not Mr Darcy, I realised my mistake seconds after doing it). Now I won't talk to her till Monday, when I'm next at work... WHAT IN GOD'S NAME CAN I DO TO RECTIFY THE SITUATION?!?!?! I can't try and be cool, because I just gave her a f***ing a poem. Should I not see her on Monday, and see if she comes to my work to get stuff (as she has started to), which would make it clear she was perhaps still interested? Should I go see her, grow some balls and ask her out? Or should I just try and be aloof, keep it to a confusing friendship, and get the odd sandwich for free? Being honest, my original intention was to keep giving her chocolates til she got fat enough to be closer to my "level", then I'd ask her out! I'm afraid she might notice my evil streak.
Just go for it! You've nothing to lose (except the occasional free sandwich) but plenty to gain. So get some nuts fool, or I'll send MR T round! Good luck.
A lady that works in a sandwich shop near where I live, invited me to have a drink with her and gave me her name and number. Seems a bit too keen though.
Ok, I'll do it! Although I quite like the idea of Mr T being at your disposal. I'll watch my man-jack thread beforehand for motivation. The sandwiches really are terrible if you don't get the one decent one they make! I'm buggered if she says yes though, as that means I'll have to come up with some plan for a date... After a guy gives a girl a poem, I'm pretty sure only waltzing through the grounds of a sussex estate while it rains in summer is adequate pre-amble.
Name and number are both to be ticked on my checklist. Bloody sandwich stand covering her name-badge! And there's no possible way of asking someone's name without actually saying "I really really want to have sex with you. Like right now.", I learned that much to my cost at School. That teacher never gave me detention again though... Like I would go for a married guy anyway, narcissist.
Here's actually my pretty definitive things I can't ask her without it sounding like an aggressive sexual proposition (in my own mind); "Can I have your number?" - What the f*** for? My witty repartee? No, it's so I can use my unlimited texts for scurrilous activities with somebodies daughter... "Are you working this weekend?" - I would love to take you on a date at the weekend, I'm free and not bold enough to just jump in and ask you out, so I hope you figure out I really fancy you... and are free at the weekend. "Want to come to a party with me?"/"want to go out for a drink?" - Yes, let me lure you to a place where you won't know anybody except me, forcing you into revealing yourself as an outgoing nymphomaniac, or talking to me all night... and getting drunk... "May I have the receipt?" - I ain't claiming my taxes back, or using it for expenses purposes... She knows that, I know it... It'd purposefully be to obtain your name and facebook stalk you, having localised your first name via knowing where you work and searched for hours on end... That's right, detective work would be required. Pretty sure that makes girls want to get with you. Sherlock Holmes would have died alone.
No idea, except happy she doesn't have old JPF in her life... Hopefully sandwich girl can start ruing the same error on monday!
