Remeber all that shit I spouted on about prior to the battle with the septics? Forget about it. I watched that game with my Dad, Sister, Wife, Son, Brother and family friends. I had a row with my siter, my son cried and threw a wobbly when I wasn't taking any notice of him, Dad moaned all the way through it and my wife and step mum had a really interesting conversation about shoes. Oh and my brother is just a teenager (cunt).
For Friday's game against Algeria, I will be watching it in London with a bunch of mates, drinking loads of beer, sniff, smoking snouts etc.
We've got to be optimistic about this one. Algeria have no points and surely need to attack, hopefully leaving gaping holes at the back (about the size of Bab Windsor's clunge) for Rooney to smack the net up with. Please G-D.
What about the swiss eh? My mate Salv is an avid Spain fan and my mate Lol is Algerian/Spanish/English and French. Lol would have been supporting the mighty Spain, because they had the best chance of winning the trophy, he may have moved over to Algeria now. I must admit, I laughed myself silly when they lost that one. Can you see them both over there in the corner, yeah you can see them, obviously they both look like dodgy gangsters from Carlito's Way, yeah those two, told yer didn't I, see the one with the big head, yeah that's him. Cunts.
Here's Rash with the leather!
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