Run For The Hills!

[hantsbear]

Every four years, England gets infected with a particularly virulent disease.  Red crosses on white backgrounds appear everywhere and the media whips the populace (or at least those who give a damn) into a rabid frenzy, using metaphors usually used during World War II.

Except me.

I loathe and despise football soccer.  It has rather a lot to do with being forced to play it at school and being generally cr@p at it, enduring the wrath of the rest of the team along with the inevitable humiliation of being the person left at the end when sides were selected.  And fought over as to who didn't get me.  Major boost to the old self esteem.

If I could, I would be on a plane right now to somewhere that didn't give a damn.  Alas, I can't.  I will just look forward to the inevitable schadenfreude when Our Beloved Boys get kicked out of the competition for being, well generally, cr@p.

It's much more fun than watching Great Britain come last in the Eurovision Song Contest again.

Comments

[putzmeisterbear.livejournal.com]

OK you have four years to save up and when it comes around again come visit your friends here in the US. We couldn't care less about the game. No matter how they might try to work up some enthusiasm here it never catches on. You can go anywhere and there will be little or no chance of ever hearing a word about it.

[hantsbear.livejournal.com]

The irony is, I'm saving my pennies to hopefully get over to the west coast in November. It's still pretty much touch and go, and I will most likely be begging beds off people but watch this space...

[putzmeisterbear.livejournal.com]

Sadly we don't have the room to put you up but it would be a joy to hang out with you.

[hantsbear.livejournal.com]

No worries, but as I say, watch this space ;)