dammit dammit dammit.
why?
why is it always my England?
just when you thought your team were on their way to a glorious win over a determined arch rival, things just HAD to fuck up. oh no...... they couldn't be a little more wiser and maintain their 1-0 advantage, could they? they just HAD to let it slip. and go into penalties.
i don't know if i got it all wrong here, but i believe somehow that penalty spot had everything to do with the loss of my beloved England. yes, that spot. i mean, what were the chances of Beckham doing another blooper like he did with France?
fucking portugese soil.
fucking groundsman.
fucking penalty spot.
and of all the players to determine the fate of my team, it just HAD to be the 'keeper, no? the fucker saved and then scored the deciding goal. wanker......
and to think i was gonna buy the away jersey. bah.
%@#&@%#!!!!
bloody portugese......
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