Lincoln Imp
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- Feb 2, 2009
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I chuckled at the Icelandic equaliser, I laughed out loud and clapped as they took the lead, in the full expectation that England, my England, would beat the pesky Viking types as the game went on.
I have watched England both home and away, not as much as many but more than most. I have rejoiced at our occasional victory snatched from the jaws etc, more often I have despaired at our inability to perform on the big stage. Sometimes I have cried, other times I have not behaved as well as I should have done, sorry.
Tonight? I am shocked, shocked that I could not really care. My love for this country, and particularly our football team, is gone. We really do have a culture of self gratification, of 'I am worth it', and much of it stems from our obsession with football, especially the Premier League. Money, celebrity, fame, beauty, and further down the line a flash motor, the biggest TV possible, and that oh so necessary designer clobber.
But to be more accurate, it is not about football, it is about our culture. The one where we as a country believe that we are better than the rest, better than Europe, that we can take on the world and win. As a nation we have voted for Brexit, cos we know best. Fxxk the French/Germans and the refugees, fxxk the fact that every economic expert said don't do it, fxxk everyone that dares not to have the Bulldog Bobby attitude.
Yeah, I am still whinging about the referendum, but I accept the decision. I am just gutted that my opinion of everything England is now so jaundiced. There really is no reason for pride in our country anymore.
I agree with almost every word of this, and sad too is the fact that the referendum threads on this board have touched my affection for the Albion. A big part of following this club for me has been the sense of community, so strong during the years of trouble, strong too when we arrived at Falmer as... happy fans, without a care...
We were all different people with different outlooks and different background but that was part of the joy. The pair of us have met so many friends through the Albion that we wouldn't have met otherwise. The sneering condescension and shouty name-calling from Brexiters on the threads showed me that there are different people out there and I don't think I would like many of them very much.
Every morning I look at the tabloid front pages. The bile, the nastiness and so often the distortion just takes my breath away. (The Express, apparently, included migrant references in 35 of its front page headlines during the campaign). I listen to my gentle sister talking about conversations in 70 per cent Brexit north Lincolnshire, and the reasons, nasty, distorted, plain wrong reasons, people give her for doing what they did.
I'm an original silly-old-fool patriot in so many ways. Show me a droning Lancaster and I'll show you my tears. But England seems a different place now. Maybe it will be different when we are smaller and poorer and Scotland has gone. But I doubt it. There will still be people on here shouting their songs of superiority. As the Paris paper Liberation had it over the weekend - The English are just so arrogant. I'm afraid that, a lot of the time, they're right. The light has gone.