LET’S START THIS WEEK OFF WITH AN ABSOLUTELY CRACKING AND VERY SUMMER-APPROPRIATE REGGAE (ETC) MIX FEATURING THE SUPERB VOCAL STYLINGS OF NAOMI COWAN! I am Matt, this is Web Curios, and I promise you that however nervous you will be on Sunday it will be not one tenth of how truly unwell with tension I have been since Wednesday. Shall we all agree that, whatever happens on Sunday, we will never mention this again, ever? Eh? Oh. Can you smell it? I certainly can and it’s only Friday morning ffs. Let this be a lesson to any parent who’s had a kid with someone from a different country – if you fcuk off and leave when they are small, it is ENTIRELY POSSIBLE that the parent you saddle with said kid will raise them to abhor the football team you support (in fairness, this was a masterful piece of post-abandonment trolling from my mum so fair play there).Īnyway, this is all by way of tedious preamble to the fact that this week’s Curios is written under the weight of some not-inconsiderable football fear. ![]() I would rather lose a limb than have England win on Sunday – in fact, given it’s Italy they’re playing, make it two limbs (your choice, I’m not fussed). I wish I could enjoy the experience – after all, my passport is English, I have lived my whole life in the country, my girlfriend is English, my friends are English, there’s something nice about a nation coming together to hope and dream and celebrate, and the team seem to be genuinely likeable young men who seem mercifully-undisturbed by the incessant English media need to make the football team a perfect fcuking analogue for the STATE OF THE NATION (please God can we stop? Literally noone else does this in the same way) – but, sorry, I can’t. ![]() Three decades of me loudly supporting Anyone But England in pubs and at house parties (often at great personal risk to my health, let me point out – there was one particular night when England lost to France with a last-minute Zidane penalty in 2004 which nearly resulted in me having my teeth replaced with someone else’s fist) is now set to be roundly punished by the inevitable England victory on Sunday, and not just an England victory but one against MY MOTHERLAND. I’ve spent 30-odd years dreading this exact state of affairs and now here we are.
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