Surely we can beat a bunch of spaghetti-sucking blokes who dance around in furry hats while drinking Sangria? After all, while they were still building the pyramids we were already developing the concept of overlapping full-backs. (Hnaef - can you check this?).
Frankly we're nailed-on certs. Macedonia may as well go home.
Oh. They are at home?
Good old England! Plucky losers as ever! That Capello's rubbish. We're never gonna win anything till we get an Englishman in charge - or else a Dutchman - you know, like Steve Mcclaren.
(Continues forever)
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