Red_Ink_Squid
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I love the build up to a high profile England knockout game. You expect to be disappointed. You know you'll be disappointed. But it's exciting anyway.
To be honest this was exactly why I felt pretty confident about beating Colombia on pens in the last WC.A few people discussing this while I was shopping for DIY this morning. “We’re going to win because it’s our turn”.
I guess the law of averages is no less compelling than any football reasoning.
Especially when it's Germany. I was too young to follow the 1966 WC, so my first tournament was the 1970 WC when we lost 3-2 after leading 2-0. That's enough to scar anyone, and it's certainly enough to warrant a barely rational dislike for the German football team. That one's my most painful memory, and I still avoid watching any of it even now. I suppose 2010 was the next worst simply because we were so awful. Then 1996 because if we couldn't beat that German side at home, then when was it ever going to happen? 1990 was less painful because it was it felt like a fairly heroic failure. And 1972 wasn't too bad because West Germany were so obviously superb.I love the build up to a high profile England knockout game. You expect to be disappointed. You know you'll be disappointed. But it's exciting anyway.
Public service drinking really, then.Same. These Euros coinciding with me moving house have been great for testing out new locals. Third different pub of the tournament for me tonight.
Yeah, I don't mind the table service either. Generally better when out with the other half. Quite how it would translate into a Saturday afternoon in December in the city centre is probably another question thoughPublic service drinking really, then.
I could get used to table service, I have to say. Although think we end up drinking more as, soon as anyone's beer gets to 2/3rds empty, we're asked if we fancy another.
This makes it very conflicting for a non-English Brit with strong ABE tendencies. I love the cultural event of a massive England knockout game, genuinely one of my favourite things, so when they lose I can be a little deflated at not having another one to look forward to.I love the build up to a high profile England knockout game. You expect to be disappointed. You know you'll be disappointed. But it's exciting anyway.
I genuinely miss the irritating crush at the bar so much. Table service really should be better but it is just not.Yeah, I don't mind the table service either. Generally better when out with the other half. Quite how it would translate into a Saturday afternoon in December in the city centre is probably another question though
This is the least understandable post you've ever made. Absolute madness.I genuinely miss the irritating crush at the bar so much. Table service really should be better but it is just not.
I even want that bit where you repeatedly get skipped at the bar.This is the least understandable post you've ever made. Absolute madness.
Yeah you can totally see the logic but ending up with a side that does not include any of Grealish, Mount, and Foden seems pretty depressing. Go through that side now and it just does not look all that good.I don’t know if it’s a bad decision from a footballing perspective but looking at the first 3 games and deciding they need to replace a 10 with a CB is grimmer than grim.
whereas when you're just looking onto Normal Island trying not to laugh it's just wtf are everyone on about, have you all been doing poppers for the past week and a halfThis makes it very conflicting for a non-English Brit with strong ABE tendencies. I love the cultural event of a massive England knockout game, genuinely one of my favourite things, so when they lose I can be a little deflated at not having another one to look forward to.
OTOH, I absolutely cannot be having England actually winning anything, and with every victory that possibility becomes ever larger. Meanwhile the media circus snowballs, the commentators and pundits become more and more unbearable, and my ABE gets stronger and stronger. Before I know it I'm doing cartwheels at Croatian equalisers.