It's bad news for the English year.

We're not feeling, we're not positive enough.

It's coming home. It's coming home. It's coming. Football's coming.

We're only 25 years too late, aren't we?

It's coming home again, though, isn't it? That's the point.

Yeah, it didn't really come home then, though, because we didn't bloody win.

Well, that's, you know, it's the hope that both keeps you going and kills you, isn't it? Quite. Did you watch Italy versus Turkey last night? Do you know, I watched a little bit, round about 50 minutes, and then we said, because we'd been out for a meal, and then we said, oh oh let's watch something else and then there were three bloody goals after that I did watch it it was the Italians were quite

impressive Turkey were absolute shite though oh were they yeah and we've been out to break we went out

to breakfast and that's the ultimate definition of being middle class isn't i know i know totally totally

well we were we were out for a very nice middle class meal last night and then we were out for

breakfast but anyway we did you have your pan o choccalade war raspberry ganache page three boy wanted bacon and egg, right?

But we couldn't really find it.

So he was trying to persuade this guy in this cafe in Great Moulven to do him bacon and egg

when really he only was going to do a bacon sandwich.

Anyway, at one point he says to the bloke,

anyway, I don't quite know what the

logic of the this was, but he said, anyway, you're Italian, aren't you? And the guy went,

no, I'm Turkish.

Collapse of stout party.

Actually, he should have been able to tell

because if you just go by the teams from last night,

I mean, the Turks were a load of ugly buggers, weren't they?

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