Not since the days I could pull women like Emily Blunt, have we even been to a finals.
I still enjoy them though. Always plenty of laughs guaranteed, usually courtesy of our English brothers. Maybe do a bit better this time when expectations, until today obviously, have been more realistic. Then again I’m sure if you beat Belgium, the collective, let’s forget everything, we’re fackin winning this ****, will bubble up. Usually coincides with the laughs. So, well done there.
Anyway, I love the WC and one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of our lives, we will make it.
Watch out world, we’re back, maybe, who knows?