Posted by sean on April 29, 2006 at 2:31 pm in England with No Comments

This time yesterday things were looking so hopeful for the England national team. Wayne Rooney was on fire, Michael Owen set to play for the first time since 2005, a World Cup winning manager set to take over Sven’s reigns. Then it all went wrong.

Luiz Felipe Scolari last night shocked everyone by turning down the England job on national television. He blamed the British media, a factor which arguably has been the downfall of the English game on so many occasions – fucking tabloids.

Less than 24 hours after that blow the England wonderkid who is Wayne Rooney was stretcher off in the league game against Chelsea. As ‘Frank Lampard the Cockney’ would say “It’s all gone Pete Tong”.

We may as well just not bother turning up to the World Cup. Shit manager, crocked strikers, we don’t have a hope. It is just like a Monty Python sketch although if you tell any England fan to “Always look on the bright side of life” they will probably slap you.

It’s time for all of us to hope and prey that Mr. Rooney gets over his injury and can play in the World Cup. Can the club doctor please get him 20 CC’s of pies… STAT!

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