I just hate the anti-english (and anti-scotch) **** that's going on these days. Will somebody please think of the children?
Wayne Rooney --Don't know my best position, left, right or centre. Roy Hodgson --Shut up Wayne, get on the plane & pick an isle.
This thread is crawling with bitter little jocks and paddies, all full of jealously and an irrational hatred of the English
Ha! England first broke my heart in 1970. 2-0 up against West Germany with 20 mins to go, somehow we contrived to lose 3-2 in extra time. Then in 1974 there was Tomaszcevski the Polish clown who stopped us even going to the World Cup. Since then I've endured countless humiliations, heartbreaks and disillusions, including losing 1-0 to Ireland in Germany 1988 when we didn't win a game and every **** wanted to fight us (every Dutch and German **** that is. Not the Irish boys, who were ok). I've been beaten up by Dutch police with their faces painted orange (you'd have loved that) before the 1994 qualifier; in 1990 for a brief moment I really thought we might win the thing; in 1996 we absolutely trounced a quality Dutch side, mugged our way past Spain then lost to Germany on penalties. In France 1998 once again every **** wanted to fight us, including the Gendarmes who blatantly encouraged the North Africans to roam the streets with knives looking for England fans. Then there was Owen's goal against Argentina, Beckham's sending off, Sol Campbell's disallowed goal, and yet another exit on penalties. I'm immune to it all now. So no, I'm not raging, beeling, or bitter. Just ragging the celts for the hell of it.
A bit like the Scottish rugby team turning up at the World cup final in 1991 wearing Australia scarves then.