Of course, the post is based on a phony premise, because I do want England to win the World Cup mostly; I am English after all. But there remains a large part that longs for a flukey run to the semi-final, a brave defeat, and a dignified fourth place (Italia 90, if you don't quite understand my psyche yet). And the main reason for that is simple: I hate the way that the vast majority of the populace think they are entitled to celebrate England's sporting victory when they don't know anything about sport. And in particular, I'm talking about females.
I fucking hated winning the Rugby World Cup, as a bunch of women - women! - who had never watched the sport before suddenly were expert enough to bask in the glory. I fucking hated winning the Ashes (cricket is the most minority interest sport there is, and suddenly, everyone's a fucking fan). Imagine how much fucking worse it would be to win the World Cup.
There are people who have put in the hard yards. There are people who remember Graham Taylor's idea of a team selection in Euro 92. There are people who have made a serious investment over the years. And I don't want to share my return on that investment with idiots and most of all fucking women, who never know as much as they think they do about the game. So pipe down and fuck off.
So our third semi-final would be absolutely fucking brilliant. But I'd rather another QF penalties defeat than have the women of England think they know anything about football. Because you fucking don't.
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Reason # 2 : Because the thought of a cunt like Gerrard (by far the most overrated player of the last decade) being a World Cup winner is too much to bear.
Although the Hesk would be a tremendous candidate. Traore with a European cup medal, Big Em with a World Cup.
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