Euro 2004
Well all the rudies and skins
Well they're out on the streets
Making the way on the grill
Between the bottles and sex
They smash and they wreck
For something to live
Rancid - Hooligans
Ok it's time for me to confess. I've been holding this in for far to long hidden behind my fasard of geekdom. So I'm just going to come right out and say it. I'm a football fan. Yes that's right. I'm a football fan. You heard me correctly. The person who has for so long denonced any support for teams of any game as in his own words "if you put your faith in someone they inevitably let you down"[1].
Well I still don't support a team in the general day to day running of football but for whatever reason when my country is playing (England incase non of you knew) I try to get behind them as much as possible, erm in a sporting sense only.
However I have always found it hard for me in the past to support a country that has always seemed hell bent on proving only one thing, its ability to churn out complete dickheads. It has only been recently that I have actually started to support my country in this game (I'm also a bit of a closet Rugby fan), when we as a country of football fans have seemed to get a handle on things and chill out a bit, I really was begining to think that people had realised it was a game, admitadly a great game that brought mine and several other nations together. Which unfortunatly brings me upto tonight.
We lost. Yup we lost to the hosts Portugal. I don't want to go into the details of the game here, I'm sure lots of people will want to go into that in their own way, in their own time. No instead I want to talk about the international spirit that was going on in my local pub how we were all coming together in one mass to have fun and about one Young Purtugese women who's night was ruined by yobish behavior[2]I think I best start from the begining.
I missed the first goal by England, in the first two minutes I think it was, I grabed my pint, which had been dilagently poured by the bar staff when they saw me leave my cab, sitting down next to Daryl I noticed that there was a Portugese lass in the crowd with her
boyfriend. Throughout the night she cheered on her side and the rest of the pub cheered on England (including her English Boyfriend). which non of us seemed to have a problem with. There was cheering and booing at each other as each team made mistakes, all in good fun. Until the end.
Portugal won, on penalties, what can you do, not a nice way to go out but there you go it happens (especially to us).The young portugese woman then left with her boyfriend quietly, after a tearful congratulationas and a "I hope you win it now" from several of the regulars, I would of passed on my regards too but she sweapt out that quietly I didn't notice. What I did notice was the entire next room clearing out and leaving. I was glad to see theback of them, to be honest I wasn't sure they were even eligable to drink in a pub and with the football over I didn't expect to see them again, thank god they were obviously Chav Scum.
I settled down afterwards talking to a very nice Kiwi chap who unfortunatly has to head home next week. And just when we were talking about how great the game had been and that everyone was getting on superbly, I see a ambulance pull up out side. It turns out our poor Portugese lass and her boyfriend have been attacked upon leaving the pub, by the chavs from the next room.
At the end of the day that is more sickening to me then loseing the European Championship, and talking to several of the other pub occupations it is to them too.
[1]Yes I realise that psychiatrust would probably have a field day with me but lets leave that asside for this entry shall we I'll try to remember to get back to it later aye.
[2]Yes I know that makes me sound like the daily mail or crime watch but it was like that ok.
Well all the rudies and skins
Well they're out on the streets
Making the way on the grill
Between the bottles and sex
They smash and they wreck
For something to live
Rancid - Hooligans
Ok it's time for me to confess. I've been holding this in for far to long hidden behind my fasard of geekdom. So I'm just going to come right out and say it. I'm a football fan. Yes that's right. I'm a football fan. You heard me correctly. The person who has for so long denonced any support for teams of any game as in his own words "if you put your faith in someone they inevitably let you down"[1].
Well I still don't support a team in the general day to day running of football but for whatever reason when my country is playing (England incase non of you knew) I try to get behind them as much as possible, erm in a sporting sense only.
However I have always found it hard for me in the past to support a country that has always seemed hell bent on proving only one thing, its ability to churn out complete dickheads. It has only been recently that I have actually started to support my country in this game (I'm also a bit of a closet Rugby fan), when we as a country of football fans have seemed to get a handle on things and chill out a bit, I really was begining to think that people had realised it was a game, admitadly a great game that brought mine and several other nations together. Which unfortunatly brings me upto tonight.
We lost. Yup we lost to the hosts Portugal. I don't want to go into the details of the game here, I'm sure lots of people will want to go into that in their own way, in their own time. No instead I want to talk about the international spirit that was going on in my local pub how we were all coming together in one mass to have fun and about one Young Purtugese women who's night was ruined by yobish behavior[2]I think I best start from the begining.
I missed the first goal by England, in the first two minutes I think it was, I grabed my pint, which had been dilagently poured by the bar staff when they saw me leave my cab, sitting down next to Daryl I noticed that there was a Portugese lass in the crowd with her
boyfriend. Throughout the night she cheered on her side and the rest of the pub cheered on England (including her English Boyfriend). which non of us seemed to have a problem with. There was cheering and booing at each other as each team made mistakes, all in good fun. Until the end.
Portugal won, on penalties, what can you do, not a nice way to go out but there you go it happens (especially to us).The young portugese woman then left with her boyfriend quietly, after a tearful congratulationas and a "I hope you win it now" from several of the regulars, I would of passed on my regards too but she sweapt out that quietly I didn't notice. What I did notice was the entire next room clearing out and leaving. I was glad to see theback of them, to be honest I wasn't sure they were even eligable to drink in a pub and with the football over I didn't expect to see them again, thank god they were obviously Chav Scum.
I settled down afterwards talking to a very nice Kiwi chap who unfortunatly has to head home next week. And just when we were talking about how great the game had been and that everyone was getting on superbly, I see a ambulance pull up out side. It turns out our poor Portugese lass and her boyfriend have been attacked upon leaving the pub, by the chavs from the next room.
At the end of the day that is more sickening to me then loseing the European Championship, and talking to several of the other pub occupations it is to them too.
[1]Yes I realise that psychiatrust would probably have a field day with me but lets leave that asside for this entry shall we I'll try to remember to get back to it later aye.
[2]Yes I know that makes me sound like the daily mail or crime watch but it was like that ok.
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