It has been brought to my attention that through the archives of this great organ (NSC), I have been guilty of a travesty of judgement. Previously it was reported that waistcoat man, also known as Sir Gareth Southgate, is a football coach with three flat tyres and a smashed windscreen. A man with no more idea about football than a Brighton supporter, back in 1998, standing on the end of the pier (the West pier) with a seagull on his head. I am delighted to confirm that Lord Southgate of Croydon (viscount Stadclad) is one of the greatest visionaries of, er, the beautiful game, and will deliver certain glory to the nation with his Top Selections, incisive coaching and that.
And while I am in a genuflectory posture, it would only be correct to deliver a heartfelt apology to Harry Maguire. He may have a head of slab, but inside that slab is the football brain of a central defender. Tonight his masterful performance, passing the ball to other players, and whatnot, was the sort of thing that won us two world wars and one world cup. Doo dah. I am happy to correct any possible misunderstandings, for example the time I called him a traffic cone, the gift that keeps on taking, and everything that is wrong about football.
Let that be an end to it.
HWT, proud to be right behind England.
And while I am in a genuflectory posture, it would only be correct to deliver a heartfelt apology to Harry Maguire. He may have a head of slab, but inside that slab is the football brain of a central defender. Tonight his masterful performance, passing the ball to other players, and whatnot, was the sort of thing that won us two world wars and one world cup. Doo dah. I am happy to correct any possible misunderstandings, for example the time I called him a traffic cone, the gift that keeps on taking, and everything that is wrong about football.
Let that be an end to it.
HWT, proud to be right behind England.
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