All this talk of Scott Carson and England squads
Finally, a true Englishman is in charge of the England team. No longer will we wake up in hives at the mere presence in our subconscious that a man who spoke Italian as his first language was leading our brave, brave, lionhearted boys into battle. Forget the football pitch, we were no good on that, we should have demanded that we play on true British soil, like the Somme. Capello would never do that, but, by Jingo, Stuart ‘Paul Ince’ Pearce will.
He’s only gone and recalled Scott Carson! Scott Carson, the man so desperate for an England call up he plays with a hollowed out, bearded face, gaunt with the passion he feels for Three Lions. These are heady days, we must never forget when English resurgence began, amongst the mustard gas thrill of Stuart Pearce’s revitalised England squad.
It’s exciting us, to the point of posting this. It may be that there may not be a more gormless footballer in existence – an accolade rarer than unicorn steak in Mexico – and here’s an interview to prove it. And another.
Photo courtesy of the splendid Well Offside
