I would’ve written this post sooner but there just wasn’t enough to write about. There was the World Cup final and third-place playoff, of course, but there’s only so much you can write about something that the whole damn world is writing about. Besides, it took me a while to recover from those games. You have to watch the finals with full commitment, you know.
So France took the cup and didn’t care how much the English yelled that “it’s coming home”. The English didn’t even get the bronze medal. Serves them right, playing such atrocious football on the biggest stage in the world. You think they’ll give up glorifying their orcist tendencies in the EPL now? No? Neither do I. The English can be as thick-skinned as trolls sometimes. Continue reading