Monday 28 June 2010

Let's be beastly to the English

I wouldn't normally comment on football as I can't abide it. Always have. Always will. I'd rather roll around naked in a vat of tapioca with Theresa May.
But the inept display by the England team in the World Cup just confirms that these days our footballers are a spoiled, overpaid bunch of lazy tossers who don't seem to have any passion or hunger when wearing the Three Lions shirt. And if that nasty Mr Capello tries to instil some kind of discipline, they yell boo-hoo, foul!
They couldn't even beat Algeria. In their first match, the excuse for our butterfingered goalie letting one in from the USA was about the new ball used this year. The Germans, it seems, have been practising with the new ball for months! It's not exactly rocket science, is it?
What palls most is the amount of money these guys are paid when the rest of the country is struggling financially and many are losing their jobs. Their performance is just an insult, a kick in the teeth. And, yes, footballers have short careers but they still do quite nicely, thank you. Have you ever heard of a poor ex footballer?
This all, of course, brings me to this year's Eurovision, a subject on which I'm on home rather than away ground. What happened in Oslo? Oh yes, Germany won and the UK came last. Perhaps Germany did well because they took some trouble in choosing their song and performer this year. Unlike us, they actually put in some hard work. I'm sensing a pattern here....

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