Poor Michael Owen. Not only does he look and talk like an estate agent. He's also a non scoring sicknote. Which leaves human lamp-post Scarecrouch and Meat Rooney, up front on their own, to propel us toward glory!
Yes we have been poor. Yes we can't keep possession, and don't gel as a team. Still, we are in the last 16, and thats what we wanted. Now just pray for a football miracle, and we find our feet and smash our way to the final!
Negrete is with you England. Long ball merchants of the world unite. COME ON!!!!
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