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October 08, 2017, 10:48:19 PM
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sam of the south

I remember it well.

I was seeing a right looker at the time.

She was a blonde, 19 year-old first year student at Sussex Uni, a posh Brummie from a wealthy nouveau riche family, with a killer smile and a spoilt attitude!

Anyway, yeah, Beckham carried us that game, no question.

But I'd stopped really caring after the traumatic pen defeat v Germany in Euro 96.

It was just too intense, and by Euro 2004 when the media and Team England cynically conspired to sell Rooney to United, I was beyond done with that shower of shite.

Back in Italia 90 you could imagine bumping into an England player on a night out and have a drink and a laugh with him.

Nowadays they are more likely to look down on you from VIP, and try and pull your bird if they're half decent looking.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau