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Let's get distracted from the Spain debate for a moment shall we to embrace one of the first emails of the day that was brave enough to take on, and beat, the Guardian Spam Detector. It's an interesting one from Alex Banks in "a rather cloudy, dull Germany." OK, that bit wasn't interesting, but what he says next kinda is: "Most of the Germans are supporting England tonight." Most? Really? That can't be true can it? Any Germans out there want to back up Alex's claim?
On a serious note, F0Xinthebox has a point no?
F0Xinthebox has just posted what might be my favourite below the line comment of all time. Here it is in all it's glory:
Dear Spain,
I'm leaving you. I've had as much as I can take with your obsession with big shiny things at the expense of our relationship. We were happy once when you won your first beauty contest in 2008. You had something of a complex back then but I believed in you and your confidence bloomed wonderfully. You were so much fun in those days: carefree and happy, and our love was spontaneously expressed. Maybe things changed when your Uncle Luis handed over the management of your career to your other Uncle Vicente. Things started well, it was as if Uncle Luis had never left. Then we went to South Africa and almost overnight from 'carefree' everything became about 'control.' Possessions became everything. That ugly gold cup that sits on your mantelpiece now seems to define you. I can't touch your hair or I might muss it up. Kissing is off limits because your lipstick might smudge. What happened to us, Spain? All you care about is winning that Euro trinket, and everything else be damned. Fun is out. If I so much as make a playful grab for one of your breasts you mutter something about me not messing with the gold fringed underwire of your bra while pushing my hand away. Eh? You some sort of robo-babe now, cold and mechanical? You may be efficient but you have no more warmth, no joie de vivre.
Good luck with things, but I'm moving on now. The German gal is young and has attractive laughing blue eyes. She wants to win but, like you once, she wants to win while having fun and making people happy. That English girl we used to laugh at for thinking she was better than she was looks pretty grounded now. She doesn't even wear makeup most of the time, but she looks much better for it. Sure she sometimes looks ragged and breathless and is unlikely to win but there's a certain charm in her new realism and sense of living in the moment. Maybe I'll ask her for a date tonight.
If you win, I hope you'll be happy. You'll be in the history books as statistically the best. And although you may be alone and not as revered as that Brazilian beauty who won Mexico '70 at least you'll have that shiny tiara you sacrificed our love for to cuddle in the still of the night.Love, Football Fans
My colleague Tom Lutz was watching last night's sterilisation of the sport we all love with some young relations of his. At the end of the match, the boy, aged 9, turned to Tom and said: "I don't think I like football anymore." You see what you've done Spain? You've only gone and ruined it for the kids. Thanks.
I have a feeling that Samir Nasri does not like the press. Why do I have that feeling? Well he told one journalist to do one after the game last night. You can read all about it here.
OK, so if that dose of the Velvet Underground hasn't lifted your spirits, these quotes from (the once mighty) Niall Quinn surely will. The former BEC Tero Sasana F.C. star reckons Andy Carroll's header against Sweden was as good as Zlatan Ibrahimovic's belter against France. No really. I'm not kidding.
When Carroll scored that header against Sweden, I was delighted. For me, that was as good a goal as we have seen at this tournament. People talk about Zlatan Ibrahimovic's swivel volley against France, but Carroll's was every bit as difficult
See.Told ya'.
Don't say I never do anything for you. Here's the best song that the Velvet Underground wrote containing the word Sunday in the title.
Below the line, sakibmadridista is far too positive for this time of a Sunday morning.
England will destroy Italy with an exhibition of attacking football filled with creativity and flair. 3 nil.
Some links to kick the morning off for ya'.
• Italy can dare to dream under Andrea Pirlo's direction, reckons Richard Williams. (Note, article comes complete with comedy Kevin Doyle picture)
• Stevie G urges England to 'seize the moment'
• Italy's Cesare Prandelli praises England's high tempo
Yaaaaaaaawwwwnn. *Covers mouth* Sorry about that, I am still in the midst of recovering from the snoozefest that was Spain's 2-0 win over France last night celebrating Lionel Messi's 25th birthday. I can't be the only one out there who found all that a bit *whispers* boring, can I? Anyway, at least we have Italy 1-0 England (Balotelli, 54) to look forward to it, eh? Eh? Read More
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