Tell ya what the Spics and the Portuguese are going mental over here!! A few of em have clashed in there drunken states...weird to see them not trying to kick us in...
How good were portugal though! I know they were against crap opposition but this is what we like to see ain't it! Some quality skills and some quality football! They ain't going to win the bloody thing, not by a long shot, but they proved they of a good class and have players to build a team round for next time. I am a big fan of theres! Ronaldo has scored...will he now be stopped, can Messi stand up and challenge him! Great week of football ahead!
Spain were quality as well...definitely something to get the vuvuzelas going! Torres will be scoring in no time and in the meantime villa is pooing all over the opposition...they are clearly a force in this tournament and rightly one of the favourites...my money is still on us or the Argies though!
The England camp is nearly as bad as the bloody frogs now. Terry turning round saying one thing, Capello saying another, Lampard stuck in the middle. How are Lampard and Terry the ones talking...stand up 'Stevie G' your meant to be the bloody captain!
The whole day has been crazy! Gaz has finally been given this cream that stops the itching...the rash was turning into sores so hopefully we won't hear his bloody moaning any more! Daz has been shacked up with this bird he met by the pool all day, she is a dutch bird (love them) and literally our walls are too thin, so we have all vacated the premises. They got talking over his massive black eye and he seemed to charm her despite his lack of a personality. My black eye on the other hand has got me nothing but disgraced looks, and the odd quick drink from a camp bartender afraid I'll stir up trouble or something. Butters has just been butters really...there, you don't want him to go - but you don't want him to stay. Just been a great day of watching the football to be honest.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Algeria, Sunburn and STD's...got to love the World Cup
What a fucking shit game! Could England be any worse! 0-0 against the algies!! that is a joke!! what the fuck is heskey still doing on that pitch!! I want to see Joe Cole rip the slovenians apart! Rooney going to complain about us booing!! I want to see him actually turn up! He has looked absolutely knackered out there so far, it's time to man up Roon; its the world cup - time to run yourself into the fucking ground!
Tell you what though, it was mental after the game. England fans went crazy...I have never been so drunk! We started drinking first thing in the morning...Gaz couldn't, his slight rash condition means he had to go see a doc, not sure I would trust an Affie doc. But me, Butters and Daz all hit the pool bar. Butter's got wasted after his usual three and fell asleep on a sunbed. We felt bad to leave him there but the bar down the road was showing the football and we had to mosey on down. So when he finally joined us down there, after the Germany game, after the Slovenia game, (he had been asleep the whole time) he finally strolled into the bar - he was burnt like a motherfucker! He literally looked like he was the birth child of a carrot. So sadly when we were all jumping around screaming at Rooney to actually fucking move, Butters had to leave because everytime a sweaty Brit bashed into him he let out the most girl like scream you have ever heard.
Gaz was meant to join us at half-time. He never showed, and is still stuck in his room now refusing to come out. Guess the doc's news wasn't the best. So it was just me and Daz sitting through the hell that was the second half of England versus Algeria. I would say it was the most boring game I have ever seen if it wasn't for the crazy atmosphere. Vuvuzela's everywhere! It was mental! This one twat screamed "lets all have a fucking party" and the place erupted, we were all up for drowning our sorr'os and forgetting that we were here for another three weeks but england would be out in another few days. I hit the jaegerbombs hard! Daz was drinking some mental local spirit which he had grown to love. He stole this guys Vuvuzela and got punch in his face, I fucking sprinted across the room like a fucking mental and through a fist into the guys face. Sadly I didn't quite realise how abosolutely huge he was and he literally beat the shit out us both as others just watched in horror. I have never ran from a place so fast, my eye fucking pounding as I could feel the black eye appearing already, the swelling growing like mad. I looked at Daz's face to see that he was bleeding from his nose, mouth and above his eye. We came here to fight the fucking Krauts, not get done over by our own bloody fans. The night didn't end that badly though, we bumped into some celebrating Serbs who thought they would treat us to a few drinks to ease our pain. These guys were huge, each one of them looked like Vidic. Wish they were there to back us up.
I am absolutely dying of a hangover today. I am cream crackered and desperate for sleep and asprin. England are shit, and heading out the World Cup, and all the hopes I put on Wayne fucking Rooney have been shoved right back up my ass like a bumboys dildo. And all that awaits me at home, is that big ol' fucking debt - why I bet England would win the fucking thing I have no idea. Alcohol makes you do strange things.
Tell you what though, it was mental after the game. England fans went crazy...I have never been so drunk! We started drinking first thing in the morning...Gaz couldn't, his slight rash condition means he had to go see a doc, not sure I would trust an Affie doc. But me, Butters and Daz all hit the pool bar. Butter's got wasted after his usual three and fell asleep on a sunbed. We felt bad to leave him there but the bar down the road was showing the football and we had to mosey on down. So when he finally joined us down there, after the Germany game, after the Slovenia game, (he had been asleep the whole time) he finally strolled into the bar - he was burnt like a motherfucker! He literally looked like he was the birth child of a carrot. So sadly when we were all jumping around screaming at Rooney to actually fucking move, Butters had to leave because everytime a sweaty Brit bashed into him he let out the most girl like scream you have ever heard.
Gaz was meant to join us at half-time. He never showed, and is still stuck in his room now refusing to come out. Guess the doc's news wasn't the best. So it was just me and Daz sitting through the hell that was the second half of England versus Algeria. I would say it was the most boring game I have ever seen if it wasn't for the crazy atmosphere. Vuvuzela's everywhere! It was mental! This one twat screamed "lets all have a fucking party" and the place erupted, we were all up for drowning our sorr'os and forgetting that we were here for another three weeks but england would be out in another few days. I hit the jaegerbombs hard! Daz was drinking some mental local spirit which he had grown to love. He stole this guys Vuvuzela and got punch in his face, I fucking sprinted across the room like a fucking mental and through a fist into the guys face. Sadly I didn't quite realise how abosolutely huge he was and he literally beat the shit out us both as others just watched in horror. I have never ran from a place so fast, my eye fucking pounding as I could feel the black eye appearing already, the swelling growing like mad. I looked at Daz's face to see that he was bleeding from his nose, mouth and above his eye. We came here to fight the fucking Krauts, not get done over by our own bloody fans. The night didn't end that badly though, we bumped into some celebrating Serbs who thought they would treat us to a few drinks to ease our pain. These guys were huge, each one of them looked like Vidic. Wish they were there to back us up.
I am absolutely dying of a hangover today. I am cream crackered and desperate for sleep and asprin. England are shit, and heading out the World Cup, and all the hopes I put on Wayne fucking Rooney have been shoved right back up my ass like a bumboys dildo. And all that awaits me at home, is that big ol' fucking debt - why I bet England would win the fucking thing I have no idea. Alcohol makes you do strange things.
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