Eng Russia notes

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sat in the pub, hard to really focus on the game much. God save the fucking queen was sung in unison by pretty much all 200 people crammed into the place bar commie Dave and commie me. bollocks.

Dier looked good, a cracking hit for that free kick. kept wanting Russia to get back into it, never been much of an England fan and don't plan on ever being more of one either. few comments on the way out slammed Hodgson for being nothing other than an FA 'yes man', a conservative bore intent on playing drab football with a team built on reputation over form or talent. sums up my feelings towards the man, a timeless wanker who tried telling el nino aka the kid aka the fucking red hammer to chase paul konchesky's long balls into the corners at anfield, who tried telling fans we expected too much from our club, who probably votes capital C Conservative at every fucking election in every fucking country he's lived in. also the same prick who Gerrard pointed his slimy finger at to replace Benitez - something which sums up the oft-neglected flipside to Gerrard as a man and as a footballer.

all in all though, looked like Eng had a fair amount of half-chances and could easily have had more than only one on the board at 90 mins.

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