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England's first world cup match kicks off in not very long.
We live directly above a sports bar. Next to it is another bar which is also showing the game. There is another one directly opposite us. In fact, I think every single ground level building in Union Street and the surrounding area are showing the game. There are already several dozen drunk people wearing face paint outside.
Let it be said here and now: I HATE football. Hate it hate it hate it. Can't STAND it. I mean, yes, I used to play for the boys under 15 team because there wasn't a girls team, but that was more because I got told I couldn't play than because I liked it. And, y'know, I was 12 at the time.
All we're going to hear for at least the next 12 hours is increasingly drunk people mispronouncing 'England' at the top of their voices. And, if we lose, beating the ever loving shit out of each other.
I wish we had more friends, so we had somewhere to stay while this insanity progresses that isn't a dinky flat that directly overlooks clubland.
We live directly above a sports bar. Next to it is another bar which is also showing the game. There is another one directly opposite us. In fact, I think every single ground level building in Union Street and the surrounding area are showing the game. There are already several dozen drunk people wearing face paint outside.
Let it be said here and now: I HATE football. Hate it hate it hate it. Can't STAND it. I mean, yes, I used to play for the boys under 15 team because there wasn't a girls team, but that was more because I got told I couldn't play than because I liked it. And, y'know, I was 12 at the time.
All we're going to hear for at least the next 12 hours is increasingly drunk people mispronouncing 'England' at the top of their voices. And, if we lose, beating the ever loving shit out of each other.
I wish we had more friends, so we had somewhere to stay while this insanity progresses that isn't a dinky flat that directly overlooks clubland.