England vs Russia: I’m Pretty Fucking Excited

I’ve pinpointed the last time that I was this excited about an England game: England vs Tunisia, World Cup Group G, 1998. I was nine years old and a few of us refused to go home immediately after school cos by the time we’d have arrived home the game would’ve finished, so one of the teachers took us into the TV room to watch the final few minutes. We turned on just in time to see Paul Scholes score a screamer. God I miss being young and naive <insert obvious joke here>. And I certainly miss Paul Scholes.

It’s just a shame that a few days after the Tunisia game, when everything seemed so perfect in my young mind, England cocked everything up against Romania and my mum had to sit in the living room with me while I cried it all out. That sense of optimism and faith in the national team never came back. The next game against Colombia was horrible, a nerve-wracking nightmare, even after David Beckham made it 2-0 with his first international goal and took another step towards becoming a global star. And as for the Argentina game… well, let’s never speak of that again.

Since that fateful night and David Batty’s penalty miss, the England team has been one endlessly embarrassing and monumentally infuriating Steven-Gerrard-centric shitfest after another. A stupidly selected, celebrity-dominated farce of a football team with no tactics, an overwhelming sense of entitlement and a bizarre notion of inherent superiority that had no basis in reality and seemed to have been carried over from the days of the British Empire. A completely unloveable collection of individuals who had no idea how to form a real team, managed by a collection of charlatans who were either too stupid or too greedy to give a shit.

But things have changed. Gerrard’s finally gone and Roy Hodgson has created an exciting, selfless young team that has played coherent, modern, attacking football for the last three years, and I can finally love England again. Not even the maddeningly useless £300k p/w deadbeat captain, with the first touch of a wrecking ball and the physique of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, can ruin my optimism.

Jesus Christ, I hope they win today. Come on England!

Advertisements

About robbro7

I mostly write about football but occasionally go off on one about music or film too. I talk about Argentina a lot. If you have any questions or want to get in touch, tweet me @robbro7 or send an email to robbro7 [at] gmail [dot] com.
This entry was posted in Standalone and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s