28 June, 2010

World Cup - The Aftermath



For the past 2 weeks and 2 days I have deliberately lived under a rock to avoid the world cup. It hasn’t been easy and there have been points where tiny glimpses of the game tiptoed into my otherwise blissful ignorance. The only times that it has rudely interrupted my existence has been through overheard dialogue at work, or being reminded of out nations contribution by the large amount of flags that plague our streets. Of course, it still carries on, just without Blighty. But at least I might not hear about it won’t be rammed in my face at every opportunity. England were a shambles. FACT. And I didn’t even watch their performance. Compared to the rest of the international teams, we are frankly embarrassing.

Seriously, is anyone surprised? An overpaid team of idiots who cannot play as a unit always scupper our chances. Why should they care? They can buy a new Aston Martin even if they lose. From a non-football fans perspective, there is no incentive to win. Usually, although not exclusively, the over passionate fans are more repugnant than the game itself. Painted faces, shouting expletives at the television and generally acting like a complete cock in the name of selective patriotism is not only unnecessary, but also categorically idiotic. These people don’t even know the words to the national anthem, how can they be patriotic?

Not that I’m remotely patriotic myself. I object to buying into and decorating my house with tat as an excuse of national pride. I also object to seeing it when I drive my car around. Just how does displaying bunting show your support for the team? How does hanging a St Georges cross out of your window possibly help the team win? It doesn’t, at any other time of the year it would be socially unacceptable and you would more than likely be ostracised for being a nationalist idiot.

Probably at the disgust of all fellow Brits I am pleased we got knocked out, as now I don’t have to hear the piteous whining of the England fans blaming an inevitable loss on wind direction or that the day has a “Y” in it.

Face it, we are a shit team. No amount of tabloid newspaper headlines and sky sport propaganda telling us our nation is the greatest will change that.

You can take your sodding flags down now…

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