After our national heros put in that pitiful display against Algeria every reporter, broadcaster, pundit and the woman who brings the tea trolley round at broadcasting house have been banging on about what's gone wrong.
Revolution, mutiny, incompetence? Sixty odd million people in the country and at least that many opinions on the reason.
So why should I deny myself.
The best yet was Chris Waddle on 5Live. "They're sitting around in their rooms with nothing to do and probably munching on a pack of biscuits"
Brilliant, they've got more money than a politicians got bullshit, they're getting paid that amount for doing something that millions of us would give our left nut to be able to do for nothing just for one half, not even a full match and they're bored and full of biscuits.
Is there a 'Just giving' site where I can donate to assuage the boredom of these poor oppressed sportsmen?
Rooney "probably wants to be back with his new baby" Ah bless'im, so do half the squaddies serving in Afghanistan and they've got a bit more on their mind than whether there's enough ice left for the Bacardi and Coke.
John Terrys obviously upset that the Wags have been left at home as he can't screw anyone else's wife for at least another week so he's mouthing off as the self appointed leader, they may have taken the armband but forgot to pack a muzzle. Ashley Cole's probably working on a complicated spreadsheet working out who's getting more per kick than he is.
David James is looking down his nose at everyone, including Cappello, wondering what makes them think they're worthy of being in the same team. Robert Greens surfing the suicide websites weighing up whether a shot to the temple or throwing himself of a tall building would be preferable but he'll probably miss whichever one he chooses.
The only thing certain about Wednesdays game is that if it's still 0.0 at half time bottles will well and truly have gone and one S. Gerrard will be launching himself over every opposition bootlace within three yards with that pained expression only he can manage.
Go on then you lot, prove me wrong, at least look as though your trying.
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Currently I work as a private hire driver, working the night shift.
This means I see life in it's more vulnerable states, often self induced, and frequently get a life story in a ten minute journey.
Perhaps the thinning barnet puts them in mind of a priests tonsure. Comments from my side are limited to the odd 'Oh that's terrible' or 'Yes dear' . Not much else you can do in ten minutes.
Couple that with the radio regularly trotting out interviews with the rich, famous and powerful and inducing a strong desire to strangle the interviewee or even interviewer and I've decided to stop chewing the steering wheel and vent on here.
I hope you leave here with a smile after most visits.
This means I see life in it's more vulnerable states, often self induced, and frequently get a life story in a ten minute journey.
Perhaps the thinning barnet puts them in mind of a priests tonsure. Comments from my side are limited to the odd 'Oh that's terrible' or 'Yes dear' . Not much else you can do in ten minutes.
Couple that with the radio regularly trotting out interviews with the rich, famous and powerful and inducing a strong desire to strangle the interviewee or even interviewer and I've decided to stop chewing the steering wheel and vent on here.
I hope you leave here with a smile after most visits.
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