Braveheart , No Heart.

It was Friday the end of another week at the coal face with Covid , England due to play Scotland at Wembley. Something to look forward to, at last something unconnected to plague and politics, yes Euro 2020 soccer championship. William Wallace et al against King Edward 1 on the battlefield of Wembley. The media whipped the nations into frenzy, many travelled hundreds of miles just to stand outside the stadium , it was Johnson v Sturgeon , George v Andrew, Rose v Thistle, it was the biggest thing about to unleash. The Pubs filled, the masks donned , the wives went out ( wise women ) and the men were left to suffer.

It like many times before was anti climax ruined by the lethargy and complete incompetence of the English team. Players whose concerns centred more on the colour of their hair or their strategically place tattoos. Experts in passing balls sideways and backwards their team was awful and they ruined everything. The Scots meantime did all that they could they run their brave hearts out, they wanted to score, they wanted to win and what they may have lacked in stardom they made up with honest approach and hard work. 66 and 96 memories faded the English stars of old the Moore, Charlton and Banks turning in their graves. Euro 2020 was late and the English team were even later. Better to have played 11 schoolboys or even the Women’s team it would have been what this is supposed to be entertainment. Instead the nation is given a bunch of overpaid prima donnas. This now sounds more rant than blog but it was really awful. The game ended in a goalless draw, stalemate, truly stale and one England player had the audacity to say we got a point and will now qualify. England should let Scotland through and stand down, the noble thing.

In the movie King Edward played by the wry Irish man Patrick McGoohan sends in the Irish troops to finish the job for England and economises with his Archer’s arrows. Someone is now needed to finish the job and it’s not this team, in fact out of the window I say recollecting the scene in the movie when the King’s son’s friend is thrown out of the window ( we don’t see where ).

England will not win anything if we play the same old same old and the game of soccer will pass into history unless we learn how to win. This spirit is birthed in the nation, apathy, acceptance and angst is now where we are. Liberal Democrats will beat the incumbent Conservatives, Scotland and Ireland will gain independence. The writing is on the wall and we saw the true state of the nation at Wembley last night. Afraid to go forward wanting to go back and finishing with the enemy of average, a draw. Better to have fought and have lost than to play safe and die, for eventually we will.

Braveheart or no Heart which one do we want ? God save the Queen and God get rid of this team. The Manager should step down before he too is thrown out of the window. Applaud average and you end up finished. Let’s go down like Wallace , hung drawn and quartered but with legacy intact and something to shout about.