Oh dear, what a shambles!
England crashed out of the World Cup in humiliating fashion and yet who knows? If they'd been given the goal that they clearly scored how different things might have been. We wouldn't have deserved to win, but who knows what impact that decision had and both the second half goals were scored on the counter attack. If things had been equal then England might not have been quite so desperate to score.
But the team were so fucking awful outside of the two minutes that they scored their two goals in that I was actually willing Germany to make it 5-1 so we couldn't even hold our victory by the same margin over them any more. And if the humiliation hadn't come now it would surely have come in the next round against Argentina.
Who can we blame, the linesman, the players, the media for unsettling them so much, the manager? Or should we blame ourselves for our own unrealistic expectations in daring to believe that this team who had only beaten Slovenia 1-0 could ever hope to progress even to the quarter finals? Personally I blame the invisible 12th player. Everyone kept passing to him and he just completely fucked it up every single time. He might as well not have been there.
Two fans wearing stupid wigs and lycra costumes symbolised everything, the miserable face on one (and presumably the other under his covered face) juxtaposed so perfectly with the jollity of their costumes. It's fine to be in fancy dress if you win, but if you lose then you just end up looking foolish. As foolish as anyone who didn't immediately silently sneak out into the street and snap their hubristic. St George's flags from their cars and vans.
Guess I will have to wait until I am nearly 47 to experience Englaqnd winning the World Cup. If only I was a year and a bit older I would have been around to see the first time.
Ah, it's a shame.
A very enjoyable and hot gig at the Lyric took my mind off it, but I ended the day with nothing written for AIOTM at all. The football and the comedy had sucked up all my time, but at least the former should provide some fodder for tomorrow. A show written and performed on the same day.
Exciting, but also something that made me feel quite sick to consider.
