CAPELLO IN THE DEN OF THE 3 LIONS

When Mr. Capello first mardled into the sleeping 3 lion's den he would have seen a huge oppurtunity to become the man/legend who would rebuild England's flagging footballing fortunes.
Mr. Capello would have cast his four eyes at the over paid, over indulged and indulgent and the under achieving bunch that sat before him and he would have rubbed his hands with the glee of a hard bastard, task master, trouble shooter head teacher sent into a public school to sort out the brats and bash them into shape.
He would have seen English football as a giant pussy just waiting to get fucked. Of course this giant pussy had been fucked before, in fact over the years she had a reputation of minxing it up and had received a few goings over. She'd been frigged by a Swede, a Geordie on occasion had aroused her, A turnip had tried to stroke her clitoris, but in fact had missed and stuck his thumb up her arsehole, did he not like that! - and a religious man had tried so hard to please her, she quite liked him for a little while, but she had to throw him out when she found out he was a wheel chair user abuser.
She hadn't been given the climax she so desperately craved for so long and Capello saw an unhappy lady, he knew full well that the last time she had had an orgasm was in black and white when she was ejaculated into by the great Sir Alf.
Mr. Capello looked at the men-children in front of him. They were the boarders at Eton, the type that would shy away from wintry mornings on the sports field, but stay up all night, smoking out of the windows and playing soggy biscuit!
Soggy Biscuit, incidentally is a game that toffs play at boarding school and it involves a biscuit and the future leaders of industry shooting their cock snot upon it only for some poor plonker to have to eat or lick the biscuit! During my research of the great game of SB, a chap had posted the rules of the game on the internet with the wonderful send off 'Glad I never lost!'
Mr. Capello had his work cut out. But then he heard the opening bars of New Order's 'World in Motion' single, the smell of a rose garden, Gielgud's voice reading Henry V's St. Crispin's Day speech and the taste of warm, real ale exploded against his taste buds from nowhere.
And he thought to himself... 'I'm fucking onto something here'!