Somewhere down the line, between childhood and adulthood, I began to hate football. I'm not sure why or when it happened. Maybe it was the constant stream of false promises every four years whenever a World Cup came up, maybe it was the fact I was born into a family of Crystal Palace fans, maybe it was the fact that the general image of a football fan in modern times is a pissed up, Stella drinking prick... I just don't know.
So now we have another World Cup! England are going to win for sure! Yeah, right. What is going to happen is this, England will lose. Probably against Germany again, the media will go mad, blaming everyone involved but themselves, Even though its primarily them who have been busy hyping the team to shit and over inflating everyones ego, it's suprising the team even remember how to kick a fucking ball when they are on the pitch, when their heads are so big because of all the hype before they've even done a fucking thing.
Oh and the manager will get a lot of shit and get sacked. 3 strikes, Sven, you're out.
What we need is a manager with integrity. One that'll take no crap. One that portrays the qualities any self respecting human being holds dear.
I give you.... OPTIMUS PRIME.
He led the Autobots to victory, AND rose from the dead! Imagine the faces on the opposition when they see a 30ft robot that can change into a truck sat on the sidelines, they'll fucking shit themselves! *
Say It loud, say it proud - OPTIMUS PRIME FOR ENGLAND MANAGER.
*That is, of course, unless the Germans end up hiring Megatron, or something.
