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Dear footie commentators: Stop being so bloody pessimistic, dammit!
Dear everyone else: IM me!
- Aww, the footage of Rooney after he was called off the pitch is adorable. He's all pouting that he's not allowed to play a full match yet, and Gary Neville is trying to comfort him, and awwww.
- Yay, Joe Cole! I love you! (And so does Peter Crouch, apparently, heh.)
- Oh, look, they've actually learned the lyrics to God Save The Queen this time. Except Wayne, who's not singing at all. Bwah!
- Ahahaha, little kid jumping in front of the camera! Boy, is he in for a talking-to.
- Oh hey, Belgian officials(/refs?) Crap, this means I can't yell at the refs this time.
Melle: OW! Fuck, Cole landing on his knees like that, that looked like it hurt!
Melle: OI THAT WAS PULLING!
Melle: YESYESNOOOO crap.
Melle: That Hargreaves fellow isn't half bad, is he?
Melle: GO ON WAY--dammit!
Melle: Oh god, the commentators mentioned a penalty shootout. No! No penalties! We'll lose for sure then!
Melle: NONONONO OH THANK FUCK And also, Paul Robinson, WILL YOU MOVE ONCE IN A WHILE!
Melle: ROONEEEEYYYY--FUCK! Sweetie, please stop falling over, you're still recovering from an injury.
Melle: GO STEVI--crap!
Melle: No, no yellow carding John Terry, he needs to make up for the crappy goalie (Still missing David Seaman, yes.)
Melle: NOOOOaoskd;askdl;aksdthankfuck. Thank you, Rio Ferdinand.
Melle: YYYYYYYYe--OH FUCK YOU ALL! Nice try from Joe Cole, though.
Melle: Oh, look, Robinson got a ball for once.
Melle: Hee hee, the ref's all "Fingers on lips" at the players protesting. I love the ref. (... For now.)
Melle: LAMPAAAAARD! Motherfuck!
Melle: Oi, Wayne, watch it htere, the last thing we need is for you to get carded.
Melle: Please don't let this go in ... Thank you, Becks!
Melle: Guys, the commentators have a point, as much as I understand the need to make up for the crappy goalie, someone has to be up front with Rooney.
Melle: Could someone just score already?
Melle: GO ON ROONE--fuckstick!
Melle: Oh? Yes?! No!
Melle: SOMEBODY STOP THAT BALL!
Melle: Owie, owie, owie, poor Hargreaves. Guys, will you please stop with the injuries?
Melle: Aaaand that's half-time. They're gonna score in the second half, right? They're not gonna have to go to penalties where Becks will then LOSE US THE GAME, RIGHT?
Melle: Somebody hold me?
Melle: Aaand here we go again!
Melle: NO NO ohthankgod
Melle: Rooney, for fucjk's sake, stop pushing people!
Melle: Oh oh oh go Stevie COME ON BECKS oh fuck it. Well, at least they're attacking more this half.
Melle: Oooh, Sven and the other bloke are making notes and stuff. Come on, send Crouch in!
Melle: ROONEY! Aw, crap!
Melle: Ooooh, Crouch warming up, yaye!
Melle: Come on, Becks, even if you have to score off someone's head again, please! YES! GOAAAAAAAAAAL! (Aaaand everyone loves Becks!)
Melle: LAMPAR--fuck.
Melle: Okay, Rooney passing Delgado like that? Thing of beauty! And then Lampard fucked it up, boo!
Melle: Rooney ROONEEEEEEY! FUCKING 'ELL! Guys, the goal you want is on that side of the field. *points* Stop hanging back!
Melle: Awwww, there goes Joe Cole. Bye Joe! :(
Melle: Stop. Falling. The hell. Over!
Melle: THANK YOU BECKS! Now can we start playing on the other half of the field again before they manage to squeeze in a last-minute goal?
Melle: Oh go go go noooooo! And with that, we're into injury time. DO NOT LET THEM SCORE YOU LOT!
Melle: Man, that Lennon kid can move.
Melle: Awww, bye Stevie! :( (What? I like actually knowing the players, and I don't know this Downing bloke.)
Melle: WHOOOOOOHOOOOO! We're in the quarter finals! *dances*
Before I get to the picspam, apparently Becks was ill during the game, and still managed to make history by becoming the first England player to score in three World Cups. That's my boy! Or, as Gary Lineker (sp?) said, with a really naughty look, "You never doubted him, did you?" And then they played a songvid, I swear to god. (Must resist urge to make slashy OT3 songvid.)
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Conquering Heroes Let's start with a couple of pictures of the fans. I love these guys. |
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[insert Mmmm, boobies. |
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OMGWTFPOLARBEAR? I ... have no idea what's going on here, either. *blinks* |
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The hell? I don't know what just happened here, but Wayne Rooney clearly bends in interesting ways. Heh. |
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GOOOOAAAAAL! Becks's goal. Ain't she a beauty? |
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Yay! Ashley Cole loves his Captain ... |
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Whee! ... rather a lot, even. |
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Skipping ... Also, they're clearly both ten-year-old girls. |
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... Through The Daisies? And so is Wayne Rooney. |
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Hugging Awww, they love each other! |
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More Hugging They do! |
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Everybody Loves Beckham And they also all clearly love each other! |
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More Hugging John Terry gets some love after the game ... |
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Yet More Hugging ... as does Steven Gerrard. |
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Fraternising With The Enemy, Part One Becks gets friendly with the Equador goalie. He does seem to like goalies, doesn't he? |
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Fraternising With The Enemy, Part Two Wayne, honey, either get a tan or keep your shirt on, okay? If the rest of us glow-in-the-dark-ites can manage it, so can you. |
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Yes. That's all I've got.
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Quarter finals here we cooooome!
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P.S. OMG I LOVE HIM MORE THAN LIFE.
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(SO! MUCH! LOVE!)
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Awww. I'm somehow even happier for you long-time Becks/England fans. Seriously, I didn't know one goal could make me this ecstatic.
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Am so extatic, man. And next, we play either Portugal (VENGEANCE for Euro 2004!) or Holland (DIE!), so I'm totally good, bweeee!
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(And imagine how I'll feel if Belgium, England and Scotland ever end up playing each other!)
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...Wait. I always fall for goalies. I'm Becks?
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Hi, I totally just screamed with laughter, thanks. :D
i miss david seamaaaaaaan!
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