Euro 2016: It’s Only Football – who’s bothered?

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Spent this morning aggressive gardening

Feelings have ingested, and insensed me, more

Oh fickle mind-inured insipid death

where is your earthly sting

Expectancy is a rabid form of disappointment

Frazzled thoughts sink to hollow stomach

Empty emotions following fake content

Psychic headache carries a headlock

Hard to fathom where euphoria went

 

Those pretend lambs to slaughter

Conceal superfit ice-cool athletes

If you’re wise enough, and prudent

Hide your pretty fayre daughters

Not to forget their raucous fishing fleet

Of course they were the better team

Even though Blighty had best players

My head let-off an almighty scream

Second went in, and I said prayers.

 

They are physically cherry ripe

With modicum of genuine skill

Rooney and co. looked like

They’d been sucking crackpipes

Ground down, to those supermens’ will

Roy silently slipped out the back door

Poor man didn’t have a chance

His boys fitness rooted from their core

A nations dreams cruelly askance.

 

“The Football Is Great – can’t say much else…”

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The England game was sweetly frustrating; Russia hung on for dear life and, in so doing, extracted the greatest reward – a last minute equalizer.  I was disappointed with Hodgson’s team selection, because Wilshere walks into any international eleven, he’s that kind of player.  Also, great as Harry Kane is and contrary to what he believes – regardless of how many phenomenal goals scored – Harry Kane is not the finished article, he’s not clinical enough.  Mr Rooney, as usual, subtly and sublimely ran the show – he’s the undoubted brains of the English operation.  Rooney was majestic and indomitable, taking him off was a sad mistake; England frittered at the seams and lost all sense of progressive coherence.  Oh yes, the performance was laudable and totally commendable but the result took that beautiful edge, that England deserved, off it.

England will qualify as group winners, I am totally convinced but, it can all go awry if Hodgson repeats the sad mistakes of the Belgium manager, and fields the wrong team.  The country will get off Wayne Rooney’s back now, because they’ve finally realised he’s been England’s best player, and for some time now.  I go as far, as to say: ” It’s Rooney’s team and he makes it tick, as a complete unit.”  The Wales game is not such a foreboding prospect; it’s the same Gareth Bale who played for Spurs, not so long ago.  So What?  He’s joined the Galacticos, and rubs shoulders with CR7.  What’s the big deal?  Rooney made a vast percentage of Christiano’s goals, at Manchester United.  Actually helping Ronaldo on his way to greatness and universal stardom.  The thing is: Rooney is rated a lot more highly abroad, than he is in his own country but, anyone who knows football – from a very young age – will know, Wazza is easily England’s best player; he has been for the last ten years.

Those idiots who tarnish the image of ‘the beautiful game,’ should be seen and recognised for what they are: brainless, mindless fools intent on self-degradation.  The fact that they are allowed to leave: Russia, and England, calls into question the security forces and the measures they employ.  Those fools probably don’t even watch the game when play commences.  They are the Devil’s spawn, driven by hatred and malice, and should be banished from the company of decent-living true football supporters.  The festival will be ruined, if these fools continue to be allowed to attack and abuse true supporters.  Maybe if England had football drop-ins, and met the real fans in conference, it would empower the real fans to expose and eject those fools from the host of admirers, who truly love England and football.  Something must be done because football is too good, to be trashed like it is being.

He Made Medicine Sick:

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Silent Butterfly floating high

Time must come for tide to rest

Shone so bright – lit up dark skies

Flash your swift wings onto conquest

Many stars adorn Creation

But our Son sweeps very clean

His, a true manifestation

Of Righteousness locked within

 

Race had always been a barrier

Pigeon-holed in poverty’s box

Problems to which we had no answer

Champ’s cunning equalled that of fox

Regally crowned fittest of kings

How he challenged oppressive systems

Power and glory it naturally brings

Twice, ‘and’ again, wore First diadem.

 

That’s why black is always beautiful

Coz Ali actually made it so

Lessons we learnt set great example

Built with pretty girls lined in row

The Word offers instant restitution

We witnessed it on our tv screen

Faith is – ultimately – stronger than religion

Love will always intervene

 

 

Britain For The British (England For English)

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They want to leave

Forgetting their own conscience

Quickly rolling up sleeves

Hard hearts without any tolerance

Two generations back

A lot of them were new entrants

Now they offer no reprise – or slack

Pot denies kettle same chance

 

Britain wants to stay in

Whilst England angles for out

Caribbeans are not without sin

Slyly echoing Albion’s shout

Cleave to our incessant commonwealth

Stumble into India’s monopolist trap

Powers to-be increase in stealth

Economic liability – it’s a wrap

 

Personal ambition colours vision, and truth

Compelling arguments once sublime, now ridiculous

Gamble the future; spawn hell for the youth

Swallow The Real, invent something fictitious

Of course unity is strength

Whence cometh this singularity

Fools ceaselessly wrestle – at length

whilst pitching self-progress and popularity.

 

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