Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
...very nice it was too, bit of greek salad on the side.
But after that, I realised - I just don't really CARE about England so much any more. Previous World Cup exits have hit me hard. I've felt devastated, gutted beyond belief and its taken DAYS to wear off. The party is only just getting started, and once again, we've shuffled off out of the door to a pre-ordered cab just as things were getting interesting.
And today, we did our usual, in time-honoured fashion. We went out by being piss-poor (but with a lovely BIG excuse to cling to), and at the end I felt.....very little. And I think I know why.
At 11.45 today, I was stood at Village Way, gazing in awe at some graceful, gleaming white arches. It filled me with such a feeling of pride and hope, that nothing could detract from it. Not even another England exit from a major tournament. It put EVERYTHING into a new perspective. So tonight, I'll watch the England highlights and the analysis with a feeling of mild regret but also a feeling of detachment. Kind of like a 6 year old watching a snail with a cracked shell on a pavement going through its dried-up, dying throes. Its shell shattered, its future doomed. I'll feel a moment of sorrow, but then I'll move on quickly, because I know there's a far brighter, more interesting future for something I REALLY care about.
I appreciate I've joined the party late here, and many people had already lost that feeling for England long ago, and for very valid reasons, many perhaps the same as my own. I WILL still watch and support England, and hope they do well. But today, it just doesn't seem to matter so much, and I dunno if thats a good thing or not to be honest. I thought I'd be GUTTED right now...but really, I'm not.
The rest of the tournament ? Pfff. Not bothered with that either.
Roll on Swindon.
But after that, I realised - I just don't really CARE about England so much any more. Previous World Cup exits have hit me hard. I've felt devastated, gutted beyond belief and its taken DAYS to wear off. The party is only just getting started, and once again, we've shuffled off out of the door to a pre-ordered cab just as things were getting interesting.
And today, we did our usual, in time-honoured fashion. We went out by being piss-poor (but with a lovely BIG excuse to cling to), and at the end I felt.....very little. And I think I know why.
At 11.45 today, I was stood at Village Way, gazing in awe at some graceful, gleaming white arches. It filled me with such a feeling of pride and hope, that nothing could detract from it. Not even another England exit from a major tournament. It put EVERYTHING into a new perspective. So tonight, I'll watch the England highlights and the analysis with a feeling of mild regret but also a feeling of detachment. Kind of like a 6 year old watching a snail with a cracked shell on a pavement going through its dried-up, dying throes. Its shell shattered, its future doomed. I'll feel a moment of sorrow, but then I'll move on quickly, because I know there's a far brighter, more interesting future for something I REALLY care about.
I appreciate I've joined the party late here, and many people had already lost that feeling for England long ago, and for very valid reasons, many perhaps the same as my own. I WILL still watch and support England, and hope they do well. But today, it just doesn't seem to matter so much, and I dunno if thats a good thing or not to be honest. I thought I'd be GUTTED right now...but really, I'm not.
The rest of the tournament ? Pfff. Not bothered with that either.
Roll on Swindon.