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I don't know what Max was watching in his living room but it sure as hell wasn't the same England side that was on in mine. England were atrocious and Sven should go back to being an ugly Swedish philanderer with Ulrika, seemingly the only thing he's any good at. Seaman hasn't been good enough for about two years now, the Macedonians ran the middle of the park, Beckham tried to do everything himself at the expense of his side, Michael Owen was a non-event and only ever scores Stan Smyl-esque goals these days off his arse from inside the six yard box, and one of few players who impressed (ie: wasn't completely fcuking useless) was Wayne Bridge who, old Sven, in his imperial wisdom, took off far too early. The linesman also had a shocker.
The pitch looked good.
In so many ways it was liking watching playground football except not nearly half as interesting. As much as Brooking and the insufferable John Motson (Q:Well, Trevor, what do England have to do to come out of this with all three points? A: Well, John, they have to score more goals than the Macedonians) tried to make it seem like a pulsating game of top flight international football, even Motson's apoplexies couldn't make this one any good. Fcuking shocking.
I'm just glad I'm Welsh.
I don't know what Max was watching in his living room but it sure as hell wasn't the same England side that was on in mine. England were atrocious and Sven should go back to being an ugly Swedish philanderer with Ulrika, seemingly the only thing he's any good at. Seaman hasn't been good enough for about two years now, the Macedonians ran the middle of the park, Beckham tried to do everything himself at the expense of his side, Michael Owen was a non-event and only ever scores Stan Smyl-esque goals these days off his arse from inside the six yard box, and one of few players who impressed (ie: wasn't completely fcuking useless) was Wayne Bridge who, old Sven, in his imperial wisdom, took off far too early. The linesman also had a shocker.
The pitch looked good.
In so many ways it was liking watching playground football except not nearly half as interesting. As much as Brooking and the insufferable John Motson (Q:Well, Trevor, what do England have to do to come out of this with all three points? A: Well, John, they have to score more goals than the Macedonians) tried to make it seem like a pulsating game of top flight international football, even Motson's apoplexies couldn't make this one any good. Fcuking shocking.
I'm just glad I'm Welsh.