Sure, it was exciting during all the build up and hype, and yes, I guess I was overly optimistic about England's chances, but that's what the World Cup is all about. We build our lads up, say they can win the whole thing, and expect exactly that. When it goes wrong we slaughter them and they become the country's most wanted. But now that it's over, I think we should be breathing a sigh of relief, and not getting caught up in the inevitable post-tournament anger.
Lets face it, England are crap. So why dwell on it? Lets just enjoy watching the Brazilians (not just the birds), Argentinians, Spaniards, Chileans, and even the bloody Slovaks, teach us how football should really be played. Lets forget how bad England are at the game we invented, the game we brought to the world, and lets remember that we can always move abroad if we get fed up with Steven Gerrard's extremely annoying voice and Ashley and Cheryl's on-off relationship.
In all honesty, watching England is as painful as spending 90 minutes sat on a barbed wire fence. There's really no need for it. Watching Argentina is far more beautiful and calming than cheering on our own nation will ever be, so what the heck, go crazy and buy a vuvuzela, slip a sombrero on your head, and hire a couple of dancing girls. Get into the real spirit of the World Cup, and forget all about how ugly we make the beautiful game look.
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