England’s World Cup is over after yet another embarrassingly shite display

GERMANY 4-1 ENGLAND

Yes, we were robbed of a CLEAR goal when Lampards shot hit the bar and bounced down at least 3 feet behind the line. It was 2-1 to Germany at the time, and an equaliser just before half time MIGHT have made a big difference.

BUT………
England didn’t deserve to win; they were spinelessly fucking awful. Even our own James Milner was average at best. As has been the same story in the previous 3 games it was our supposed “big name” players that disappeared quicker than a pound coin on the floor outside Sty Blandrews.
John Terry – went missing leaving Upson to do the work of two, and lets face he he aint that good.
Stevie Starfish – if he was any good he’d be able to play well IN ANY POSITION. Scouse wanker didn’t have a shot on target and preferred shooting to passing to team mates.
Lampard – best of a bad bunch today, robbed of a goal, and at least his efforts were on target, apart from free kicks that hit the wall of course.

And of course Shrek Rooney – Mighty Shrek……..Englands golden boy, best player in Britain, no THE WORLD according to some.
Thick, ugly balding scouse cunt – 4 games, no goals, no invention, no class, no hope, no fucking idea.
“He isn’t fit” squeal his bumboys. WHY IS THE CUNT IN THE TEAM THEN????

All the stupid fucking TV ads with his ugly mug on, bumming him up to be the greatest thing in football. Fucking embarrassing.
Still I bet he won’t be too bothered. Plenty of Liverpool slags to spend his “hard earned” on isn’t there?

And Capello – 3-1 down and he sends HESKEY on? The epitome of a fucking impact substitute he is NOT.

Time for most of this collection of clowns to hang up their international boots. Capello might also be a shout for a golden handshake.

Thank fuck the England “media frenzy” is over for another couple of years. All the sad old wankers in England shirts and cropped JJB pants can all take the England flags off their Vauxhall Astras now, and save them for our next embarrassing flop.