Lord Bracknell
On fire
I thought Danny Boyle was quite conciliatory on Radio 4 earlier, when he said that most Scots aren't any longer hoping for England to lose every game. I didn't quite catch what he said next, though.
Probably something along the lines of it being so much of a formality these days that it's hardly worth hoping for. The only thing more cringeworthy than the porridge [edited by mod] dusting down their Argentina shirts (or Euro equivalent) every two years because their own team has failed to qualify AGAIN is the propensity for England to wheel out ancient footage of Geoff Hurst and the press bothering to quote Pele on how "England have a chance this time".I thought Danny Boyle was quite conciliatory on Radio 4 earlier, when he said that most Scots aren't any longer hoping for England to lose every game. I didn't quite catch what he said next, though.
What I don't understand is why we (England) don't hate them right back. I certainly do, but then I've seen England play at Hampden....
I think you mean Frankie Boyle. He said that there is a stereotype that most people in Scotland wanted to see England lose and they don't...they would much prefer to see their plane crash into an oil refinery.I thought Danny Boyle was quite conciliatory on Radio 4 earlier, when he said that most Scots aren't any longer hoping for England to lose every game. I didn't quite catch what he said next, though.
Why don't you put on the T.V. and show the recordings of the last two rugby matches between England and Wales to him indoors. Oh dear, . . . . I do believe the mighty men in white were victorious on both occasions. Such is life.
Half-time.
France 3-0 Scotland.
"That's why you're staying home! That's why you're staying home! That's why you're staying home!"
I think what's always slightly grated with me is that when the Scots go abroad to follow their team, get utterly shitfaced, piss in fountains, clamber all over ancient monuments and marble sculptures with their neeps & tatties hanging out from under their kilts for all to see, and turn majestic city centre plazas into giant cesspits filled with twenty thousand empty Tennents cans, everybody goes "Ah, it's just the loveable Tartan Army, havin' a great time".
Whereas anybody doing similar in an England shirt, of course (presumably minus the genitalia-exposing national costume), is probably going to be labelled a bloody hooligan.
You think we'd get a better reception if we exposed our genitalia more
I was in my 40s before I realised the Scottish had an issue with us. It was when 2 of my work colleagues made it clear they wanted us to lose in a football match. It took me some time to get my head around this, as I always rooted for the other UK sides when in action. I put it down to jealousy. These two are both proddys, so they are supposedly not riven by centuries of grievance over land grabs, starvation, etc. These days I am indifferent to them, although I always pretend to be pleased when they make sprorting arses of themselves. Why live in England, have English kids who support England (as the kids of these fools do - much to daddy's annoyance) and still wear their bitterness as a badge of honour? Beats me.
You must have lived a very sheltered life!! My "spat" with our skirt wearing friends was back in 1978 when Ally's Tartan Warriors lost 1-0 to England prior to their World Cup trip to Argentina. I just happened to be in Scotland on business the following Monday, and needed to fill up with petrol at a local garage. An "incident" occurred with the local mechanics, which probably wasn't helped by me referring in jocular (!) terms to their 1-0 thrashing by the auld enemy. I just about managed to get away with them chasing me down the road armed with wheel braces and other items of pain deliverance.
Following this incident I was fortunate enough to be in a pub in Brighton with some friends and stayed to watch the Scotland v Peru World Cup match which was being shown on the pub TV. Scotland did magnificently well to lose 3-1. The result was matched by the reaction of two Scots fans who were absolutely spitting blood at the outcome.
Now if one is supposed to enjoy schadenfreude this was the moment, my cup was full. It was only recently, at the FA Cup final, has this euphoric feeling been repeated.
You think we'd get a better reception if we exposed our genitalia more