Euro twenty twenty one ish

[jorma]

England choking on penalties and pineapple tonight.

[Potato]

Both players subbed in for penalties missed.

[james]

Prediction

England misses every penalty

Mostly right 

[Kurt Russell]

We should do this again in a month. Is there a Bore Football thread?

[Don Rumata]

Both players subbed in for penalties missed.

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[jorma]

At least the Ingerlanders are taking the loss well 

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=417404576104688

[Kurt Russell]

At least the Ingerlanders are taking the loss well 

[Mr Gilhaney]

At least the Ingerlanders are taking the loss well 

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=417404576104688

This was not after the match

https://twitter.com/Rybitzky/status/1414309529223933956

But yeah lol, wembley security sensational

[Don Rumata]

Eurovision AND Eurocup.
Mamma mia.

[Raist]

In 1996, 30 long years after their last (and only) international tournament win, England hosts the Euro, and lads are getting hyped by one shit-ass song "it's curming hoam", written for the occasion.

Sadly, England gets BTFO because one man, Gareth Southgate, screwed up his penalty against Germany.

25 years later, England is sort of hosting the Euro, and once again trips on their owns shoelaces because one man, Gareth Southgate, decides that 2 out of the 5 first penalty takers should be two kids subbed in at the 119th minute.



lolol get fucked Ingurland.

[Madrun Badrun]

YESSSS watched with friends.  Not even glad Italy won, just hyped England lost. 

[Nintex]

Apparently they practiced penalties and these 5 were the best. After that first one I thought they had it. I would say the guy that hit the post when the goalie dived to the wrong side was more to blame than Saka.

[Madrun Badrun]

Saka was a good player throughout -- feels bad that he's what ended their run.

[Mr Gilhaney]

Apparently they practiced penalties and these 5 were the best. After that first one I thought they had it. I would say the guy that hit the post when the goalie dived to the wrong side was more to blame than Saka.

Being good taking a pen in training, vs taking one at age 19 with the whole countries dreams on your shoulders though...

[Don Rumata]

Eurovision AND Eurocup.
Mamma mia.

Oh yeah, we also won Copa America yesterday, almost forgot. 

[Potato]

Saka was a good player throughout -- feels bad that he's what ended their run.

Arsenal player. Who give a toss...

[Potato]

We should do this again in a month. Is there a Bore Football thread?

http://www.thebore.com/forum/index.php?topic=41847.1380

[Don Rumata]

[Raist]

https://twitter.com/Baillie10ple/status/1414382922627432448

[Ghoul]

At least the Ingerlanders are taking the loss well 

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=417404576104688

That was before the game, those fans broke into the stadium. CONTEXT!

Can't believe the penalty takers, throwing a 19 year old to the wolves like that, ffs. Good game overall, was dissapointed we didn't win, but after the goal we basically defended which is never gonna end well.

Overall, happy we got to the final and we have such a young team we can build on this, semis and a final back to back, bring on world cup!

[Kurt Russell]

lolol get fucked Ingurland.

Show us on the doll where the nasty Engwish people touched you.

[BisMarckie]

I like the "English football fans are violent thugs“ narrative that people who are stuck in the 80s are trying to spin, when in fact the English are the most neutered of them alll nowadays, which I find even more embarrassing.

[Kurt Russell]

[Mr Gilhaney]

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https://www.reddit.com/r/CrazyFuckingVideos/comments/oidaqp/so_this_is_happening_in_the_uk_right_now/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

[Kurt Russell]

https://www.reddit.com/r/CrazyFuckingVideos/comments/oidaqp/so_this_is_happening_in_the_uk_right_now/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Shaved ballsack. Middle class infiltration of football confirmed.

[Ghoul]

I like the "English football fans are violent thugs“ narrative that people who are stuck in the 80s are trying to spin, when in fact the English are the most neutered of them alll nowadays, which I find even more embarrassing.

It's a very weird one, we deffo used to be one of the worst collectives of fans especially when abroad. The types of fans that put everything they own into football and following the team.

I generally think that these days we're actually pretty nice to others, despite what the papers and media say.

[headwalk]

England fans can't be beaten
Early that morning, an ice cream van passed below my flat, playing the Match of The Day theme tune louder than bombs.

Nobody needed the reminder. Everyone knew it was England day. The Germans? Outmaneuvered. The Ukrainians? Thrashed. The Danes? Defeated by a purely accidental laser flash in the eyes of Kasper Schmeichel. England were in the final.

The Queen wrote the team a letter to mark the occasion, and so did the Prime Minister. Even poor Ed Davey released a statement ahead of what his PR flack called the “Euro Grand Final”. There was no room left on the bandwagon. It was possible to broach a conversation with a complete stranger — even in London — as long as you were talking about Harry Kane. The streets filled with flags and shirts.

When England were last in a final football, frankly, was not that important. Wembley was called the Empire Stadium, the fans wore ties and jackets to the game, and this was still a country where schoolboys understood what John Bunyan bangs on about in A Pilgrim’s Progress. Men with antique names like Bobby and Nobby pasted the Krauts in extra time, danced on the pitch, smoked a few fegs in the showers, and went home.

Now, the England team is a genuine national institution, capable of generating socio-political talking points. The game stretches and envelopes in all directions. And England, like every national institution, like Greggs’ sausage rolls, or Prince Harry, are conscripted into our rabid debates about who we all really are.

Is Gareth Southgate’s team displaying a truly progressive patriotism by taking the knee before matches? Or is the manager actually a reactionary gammon for saying that “people have tried to invade us and we’ve had the courage to hold them back”. This is what people with master’s degrees have been arguing about on the internet over the past four weeks, while England supporters emptied pints over each other in fan zones up and down the land.

It will always be the fans, not the manager, not the players, and certainly not the FA, who define English football. The pictures and videos of them in Leicester Square began trickling out around midday. It was a Hogarthian free-for-all, already, and kick-off was hours away. “Get the lads away from this”, Robert Baden Powell wrote of the football terraces in his Scouting Book for Boys (1908), “and teach them to be manly.” For better, and occasionally for worse, England fans are lads, not men.

These aren’t the ones who watch football on television in their millions. Nor are they the “one-off experience” crew who go to the Emirates as a birthday treat. They aren’t glamorous season ticket holders either. It’s not me, it’s probably not you. I’m thinking of the hardcore, kamizazee, death cult fans. The forgotten dreamers, the miserable drunkards, the national team obsessives. How many times has following England led them astray, embarrassed them, infuriated them? Too many times.

Financially, culturally, and spiritually, they are English football, even when they boo anthems, or sing “vile chants” about German bombers. They are not perfect, they’re not popular, and I’m pretty sure they never will be. Mainstream British culture could not be less interested in lads. And lads could not be less interested in mainstream British culture, if such a thing could even be said to exist anymore. Football, which money has made classless and popular, is one of the few places outside of ITV2 you might spot them. Beneath — only just beneath — the sponsorship and philanthropy and dazzle of the modern game, these lads are there watching England blow it.

The English are earthbound, pedantic, stubborn, loud, wooden, and superstitious. We feel frustrations of a powerful and obscure nature here. Football is the imperfect outlet for them.

For we never win. Frustration is sublimated into yet more frustration, a state of affairs as mad and as pitilessly illogical as an Escher staircase. Losing at football is the national birthmark, part morality play, part musical hall joke. The rest of the world deliberately misunderstands its place in our national psyche, and calls it arrogance.

Arrogance? For English football fans, arrogance is 55 years of paying the money, boarding the replacement bus service, and flying to the Pristina City Stadium in Kosovo, deeply aware that whatever happens, the future is going out of the next tournament on penalties. Arrogant fans? England lost in recent memory to Iceland, a country with more volcanoes than professional footballers. And they still turn out, wrapped in their flags, singing their songs.

Beating Italy in the final would have been the ultimate moment of national catharsis. It might have resulted in most of the West End being cheerfully set ablaze by midnight. I took the Bakerloo Line towards Piccadilly Circus to see it for myself.

The carriage in front of mine was full of England fans. Every thirty seconds or so, a young lad with glassy eyes poked his head through the window, stared at us, and said “Waheyyy!” The third time he pushed his head through the window, I realised what was wrong. He was missing a front tooth. There are dry dark wine splashes down his tracksuit top. The tooth went earlier that day. His eyes glittered. “Waheyy!”

At each stop, more and more England fans entered that carriage. Older lads, at each platform, moved unsteadily towards the noise, like fat bees giddy with pollen, bumbling towards the next flower. More at Paddington. More at Marylebone. They banged the roof of the train. A tourist opposite me looked concerned.

On the street there were bodies in replica shirts everywhere. I saw a few Rashfords randomly strewn under bushes, a Maguire lying in the middle of the road, a Bobby Moore headfirst in a puddle, and Kanes slumped against railings, shop fronts, and walls. The sound of the word England echoed off buildings.

We all found a place to watch the game. England tried, and they were not quite good enough.

Around Trafalgar Square, the grotesque comic energy of the earlier crowd had evaporated. The serious boozers, some Italians, those who are buying or selling drugs, and whoever was looking for a fight were the only ones left by 11.30pm. Many had vomited, or were about to. I was envious of them — this was a terrible night to be sober.

“It’s disgusting… mate,” said a squat man with a bucket hat on. His eyes were bloodshot. I asked him what was so disgusting. “It’s disgusting, disgusting… It is disgusting, mate.” He was waving around an empty bottle of Famous Grouse. He could have been talking about that, or the game, or the Francis Bacon painting unfolding around us, and he would have been right three times at once.

A band of Italians marched towards M&M world in Leicester Square. They did not burn it down, nor even ransack it. The Italian fans were happy, and brave. They moved, hands above their heads, bellowing, straight through hundreds of addled, angry England supporters. The floor was carpeted with thousands of potential projectiles — bottles, shards, horse shit, inflatable unicorn floats.

A gym bunny guy decided to have a go. He aimed his pint at the Italians. It sailed past them, and hit a English woman wearing a string bikini top flush in the face. He stumbled off down an alleyway. She shrieked.

It was chaotic in Piccadilly Circus. Lines of riot police tried to make rings around other groups of Italian fans. Five buses, each facing a different direction, were immobile. Fireworks zagged crazily into the sky and exploded.

We all stood around and watched the Italians, enviously, as they bounced up and down by the boarded-up fountain. We all waited. “It’s going to go off cuz,” someone said hopefully into a phone. Maybe that’s what we were waiting for. Violence.

Wankers, wankers, wankers, chanted the England supporters at the Italians. The ground shook. The crowd felt like it was one signal away from a surge. A frightening English crowd. Maybe, I thought, losing would confirm what we knew all along. Half the fans were there because they wanted to punch someone in an out-group.

I spotted a bloke preparing to lob a traffic cone at the Italians. Here we go then. He threw it up in the air, where it seemed to hang for a few seconds. It floated down into the arms of a big boy who waved the useless English weapon above his head. The scenes repeated themselves, with less and less energy. The evening turned to black and white, then to the colour of the stuff inside a Hoover bag.

What would it have been like if England had won? I’m glad — and, yes, also devastated — that I didn’t find out. I doubt it would have changed the country very much, once the euphoria wore off. And it would take much more than footballing success to change our fans.

[Raist]

lolol get fucked Ingurland.

Show us on the doll where the nasty Engwish people touched you.

[Propagandhim]

https://twitter.com/joswinson/status/1414337291443707920

 

[Don Rumata]

3. Number of red stripes in flag.
Alternatively, Best of Three!

[headwalk]

https://twitter.com/joswinson/status/1414337291443707920

 

funnily enough west ham got into europe once because we had the best disciplinary record, which we only had because after a good start which essentially made us safe from relegation, we absolutely capitulated after xmas when it was clear the manager was leaving at the end of the season anyway, and so played the most anemic, sad football i've ever seen and never put in any commitment to even challenge for the ball.

on the last day we played the team in second place on the "fair play" table and cheered their yellow card like a goal.

[Don Rumata]

https://twitter.com/_AndrewAngus/status/1414569504416296963

[Kurt Russell]

https://twitter.com/joswinson/status/1414337291443707920

 

I'm amazed she didn't start trying to force proportional representation on everyone again.

[Nintex]

There's only one alternative for match ups like England/Italy

Coin toss

[Don Rumata]

There's only one alternative for match ups like England/Italy

Coin toss

Didn't we win on coin toss in 68? 
EDIT: It was the semi-final with the Soviet Union:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UEFA_Euro_1968_final_tournament

[Propagandhim]

https://streamable.com/9f0lc4

[Raist]

 


https://www.change.org/p/euros-2020-managers-rematch-demand-for-italy-v-england

[samir]

Dutch referee, Zwarte Piet, etc

It is what it is

 

[who is ted danson?]

[Nintex]

Have them play and lose again when Spinazolla has recovered, fairly 

[Don Rumata]

https://www.change.org/p/euros-2020-managers-rematch-demand-for-italy-v-england

I am working on sending as many emails to agencies and possible people who will be able to help and assist more. Carry on sharing and commenting, signing, doing everything you can. Let’s try our hardest to get our country a fair chance! I can only post an update every 24 hours so, again, my tiktok is italyvenglandrm.

At first i was like: 

There is also a Paypal Pool for getting a personalised trophy to send to the team. The link to this is https://paypal.me/pools/c/8B9yDsID9x

It is completely voluntary to donate to the Paypal but any donation helps us, if you were thinking of donating to the petition here, then please donate to the Paypal instead as none of the money from this petition goes to charity, the trophy or our England team. It all goes to change.org

But then... 
Nice Paypal grift.

[Madrun Badrun]

[Pissy F Benny]

[Nintex]

Van Gaal's back for the 2022 world cup 

https://twitter.com/OnsOranje/status/1422852309181075461

[Pissy F Benny]

[Ghoul]

Van Gaal's back for the 2022 world cup 

https://twitter.com/OnsOranje/status/1422852309181075461

You'll do equally as shit.

[Nintex]

Van Gaal's back for the 2022 world cup 

https://twitter.com/OnsOranje/status/1422852309181075461

You'll do equally as shit.

Louis van Gaal just beat the Turks with 6-1