What I witnessed on TV was our well ard mob giving the big I am and getting a bit of payback. Of course I wasn't celebrating innocents getting battered, fuck me I might be a prick but I ain't no shallow prick. Yes the Russians was picking on innocents and that wasn't cricket but what I was laughing at was our lot with their fat bellies out, red raw through being too thick to put cream on and bottles of lager in hand thinking they was in the wild west dragging this country through the mud at yet another football tournament.
Embarrassed to say I was English after those first two nights of trouble.