There's a party going on in Germany.
A fiesta of all that is great about the beautiful game.
Fantastic skills are on display, great players strut the pitch like preening peacocks showing their plumage, goals that defy laws of physics are being scored.
The world is having a party that even Iran joined in.
And in the corner, sulking away slowly, moaning about the heat and the noise, and the attention sits England. The party poopers of Europe have turned up to each match so far and displayed a brand of football that belongs on Hackney Marshes. Yes...I know Joe Coles goal was special, as was Gerrards against the might Trinidad & Tobago, as was Beckhams against that footballing monster of Ecuador.
But it ain't pretty. It ain't good to watch. It ain't fun.
Eriksson has made me almost apathetic with his brand of uninspiring and dull football. If we win (and yes I hope we do) then all we can wish for is a players revolt that ignores the fatuos Swede's Italian footballing, reverse lights on tanks mentality brand of football.
Later, GrocerJack
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