Showing posts with label World Cup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label World Cup. Show all posts
Just finished watching the World Cup match between England and The USA. For the game I wore a USA top my wife had sported during the last tournament. Even got her to photograph me, brandy in hand. The image could go up on the internet solely for the sake of annoying those irrelevant Lefties who I presume were standing outside the US Consulate in Belfast with placards proclaiming ‘Afghanistan for the World Cup.’
The result was a surprise as I didn’t really expect England to get anything out of the game. A draw wasn’t a bad outcome for them, more in fact than the sorry bunch deserved. They were flattered by it. A disjointed lot who seemed to think midfield was a region in the Australian outback, they left us watching the local park spectacle – boot the ball high and far and hope it finds the head of the big lad up front. How that lot could ever feign to compete with the likes of Messi suggests something of the delusional, probably the residue from a colonial past, when they actually could strut the world stage rather than stumble across it. They are a hee haw team of donkeys, more suited for fair grounds than football stadia. A few weeks back a friend told me he felt England would lift the trophy. I asked him if he felt Ireland would be united by 2016. It takes someone with an ability to look reality straight in the back side so closely that they lose their head right up it, to entertain that sort of impossibility.
Yet we know only too well that people think all kinds of strange things and they don’t even have to be religious. In 1978 in Cage 11 people could actually be found predicting Scotland to take the World Cup, staged that year in Argentina. How anybody could persuade themselves that such a thing was possible defied all logic. My forecast that Peru would stuff Scotland in the first game led to me being dismissed as hopelessly biased. A bigot I think was the term used. Some of these guys actually had pretensions to lead revolutions. One later publicly explained why he believed Freddie Scappaticci was not a British agent. Beliefs, strange things, not always the product of reason. How could England taking the World Cup be associated with reason? Chalk and cheese.
Take a look at this lot of England muppets. More chance of Iris Robinson taking the DUP Virgin of the Year award than England picking up the World Cup. If they really want success they should consider entering the World Knuckle Shuffling competition. That is something they could win easily overcoming, or coming over some might say, whatever competition took to the field. All the terminally stupid who follow them could chant ‘come on England’. And England would duly oblige.
Summary of tonight’s game: donkeys cheered on by dullards.
The result was a surprise as I didn’t really expect England to get anything out of the game. A draw wasn’t a bad outcome for them, more in fact than the sorry bunch deserved. They were flattered by it. A disjointed lot who seemed to think midfield was a region in the Australian outback, they left us watching the local park spectacle – boot the ball high and far and hope it finds the head of the big lad up front. How that lot could ever feign to compete with the likes of Messi suggests something of the delusional, probably the residue from a colonial past, when they actually could strut the world stage rather than stumble across it. They are a hee haw team of donkeys, more suited for fair grounds than football stadia. A few weeks back a friend told me he felt England would lift the trophy. I asked him if he felt Ireland would be united by 2016. It takes someone with an ability to look reality straight in the back side so closely that they lose their head right up it, to entertain that sort of impossibility.
Yet we know only too well that people think all kinds of strange things and they don’t even have to be religious. In 1978 in Cage 11 people could actually be found predicting Scotland to take the World Cup, staged that year in Argentina. How anybody could persuade themselves that such a thing was possible defied all logic. My forecast that Peru would stuff Scotland in the first game led to me being dismissed as hopelessly biased. A bigot I think was the term used. Some of these guys actually had pretensions to lead revolutions. One later publicly explained why he believed Freddie Scappaticci was not a British agent. Beliefs, strange things, not always the product of reason. How could England taking the World Cup be associated with reason? Chalk and cheese.
Take a look at this lot of England muppets. More chance of Iris Robinson taking the DUP Virgin of the Year award than England picking up the World Cup. If they really want success they should consider entering the World Knuckle Shuffling competition. That is something they could win easily overcoming, or coming over some might say, whatever competition took to the field. All the terminally stupid who follow them could chant ‘come on England’. And England would duly oblige.
Summary of tonight’s game: donkeys cheered on by dullards.
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