BRILLIANT FROM THE LEICESTER CITY OF THE EUROS
I have been telling Joe Hart to keep his mouth shut for so very long now and concentrate on what his country expects him to do – stop balls from going into his net!
His latest blunder cost us dearly even though we were second best in every department, and I say Bravo Iceland, and I don’t mean Peter Andre and his frozen goods. This performance was far from frozen by those men in a different kind of Blue from my days a Chelsea, you know that DEEP Chelsea Blue.
However, they had the same kind of spirit that our 1970 had in that epic FA Cup final replay all those years ago, when we were underdogs.
I have not had time to do my homework this morning because I am rushing out the door but when I get on my train I will look up the names of two players, the captain Fantastic (A brilliant Elton John album of that period when we overhauled and outfought Leeds in that final) the man with the big Ginger beard who seemed to turn up everywhere, unlike our players who failed to turn up anywhere.
The other outstanding player on show, much like Jonny Williams of Wales, was the long haired midfield player who I am certain will now be linked to big clubs around Europe. He was sensational up against a very disappointing Mickey Rooney, another man shouting his mouth of in my previous bog, talking about this squad having so much “Magic” in it, and to make things worse with this statement I watched a true magician at work Dynamo afterwards and he did not talk about it, he did it”
Roy Resigned, or you might say “jumped before he was pushed” which was the only bright thing he has done since taking over and as I said earlier in my blogs ‘How could he keep this job after the worst World Cup in our history, the one in Brazil where we extended his contract after failing to get out of the Group for the very first time…calamity!
The Calamity who might have been better off in goal than Joe?
I now know what FA really stand for…yeah, you got it, its what they actually know, and Greg Dyke the Supremo of that organisation should also hand in his resignation for backing Hodgson.
What was even more baffling was we had Glen Hoddle and the Wally with the Brolly, Steve McLaren telling the nation where it went wrong, after their performances as the England manager, why do these morons running the TV get these past flops onto our screens?
All that was missing with one of the most gifted players of my time in the game, Glenn Hoddle, was Eileen Drury the woman who was by his side when looking into he Crystal Ball and telling him that Gascoigne weren’t good enough. Yet here he is pitch side looking into the screen and telling millions of very disappointed England fans what that waiter said o my mate “George, “Where did it all go wrong” or in other words “where it did actually go wrong, something every football fan watching already knew.
But here we go again, as the pundits said last night, just like Cameron and Blair last week “we must stick together and compose our nation” and if I had a Dollar for every time I heard that from both the House of Commons and the Football Association I might have a yacht somewhere near the size of Roman Abramovich – who changes managers like he changes boats or ships, whatever he calls them?
However, this was a result I predicted but again failed to bet, only because my pal Simon (O’Connor) had a decent bet on England and I did not want to spook him. I text Simon immediately after the match and told him that he was far too patriotic, especially when it comes to his Motherland playing our nation sport – yeah, our national sport the game we supposedly invented, but don’t tell Iceland.
you’re gambling. After all, those players earning £100,000-a-week do not show anywhere near the passion that he does, because of his Amy Days. They fight to save our country whilst we have millionaire so-called Superstars falling down like ten pin bowling balls against a nation no bigger than Leicester (funnily enough) the team who like Iceland proved that by going about the game in the correct manner is the way home. Again Bravo Iceland, and I bet Eduir Gudjohnsen had plenty to do with it in their dressing room, and how about the manager who has never lost to England in a match that really counts, ie. a European or World Cup encounter, now that is like Claudio Ranieri overcoming Mourinho at Chelsea, Van Gaal at Manchester United and Arsene Wenger at Arsenal not forgetting those running Tottenham and Manchester City – now you see I’m in a hurry – unlike England!
But where do we go from here?
I think I have an idea, as the bookies threw up a favourite within minutes of Roy admitting his failure, Southgate, another man (the one who missed that all-important penalty in another Euro match) and the man who like Roy has all the right credentials, saying the right thing at the right time and of course looking the part for those at the FA who work out of Soho of all places.
I mean, what a place to have your HQ, right in the heart of porn land.
The only difference those girls who surround them earn their money!
My parting shot )more than England had) is with Iceland and those underpaid players who will forever live in their nations folklore and hearts and they deserve every cent they get, or maybe England players should make a donation to them, as they, like me, cannot afford the cost of petrol for our players automobiles let alone drive one!
Oh how I’d love to see them go, as Frank Sinatra sang “All The Way”.
Bravo Leicester City and Iceland, and here’s hoping they can pull off the Underdog Double!
I wonder if Petre Andre’s money will go up?
And finally I truly cannot understand why that wonderful Supermarket chain never sponsored those men in Blue, if only for the promoting the Charlie Bighams fish, which proved better than our caviar!
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