Have you heard the rumours lads?
Is football really coming home??
>ingurland
>>67815594
>Findurland
>Totteringham + Rooney & Hart
>>67815618
>forgetting Vardy, the single best striker to ever grace planet Earth
Football is going out on penalties in the quarterfinals.
>>67815657
kek
>>67815459
They come home after the Group Stage and watch the Final comfy at home
good point lad
>>67815657
>quarter finals
if only
>>67816254
Shut up u dick embarrassing yourself.
Don't make me come around and beat your faggot ass.
>Home
When will this meme finally die?
>>67817163
China will win WC 2018. Trust me. It's coming home.
>>67817163
some cavemen most likely kicked some stones about before by accident. It coming home to the cave then.
Stop embarrassing yourself. What sports have Germany invented other than Jew killing and sausage munching.
Dickhead
>>67817255
What? England obviously stole an already existing sport, formulated a couple of rules around it and claimed it as their own invention, beyond pathetic, really.
>>67817307
>chinks kicking a round object
>sport
People have been kicking stones around since the dawn of Man. The English are the ones that refined it into the worldwide phenomenon that is it today.
We were even nice enough to let everyone else be better at it than us too. Until this summer.
>>67815459
If a German invented England, and England invented Football, isn't Football technically home already?
>>67817555
>Trips
But you don't deserve them
>>67817307
Im quite sure this applies to every sport ever "invented"
So what's your point
We've already won and it hasn't even begun.
The likes of Vardy and Kane.
HART! Oh yes Hart!
Heart is what we have.
Brave are we.
Born from this tiny Island.
We shall conquer.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Check em.
>>67815459
Everyone seems to know the score, they've seen it all before
They just know, they're so sure
That England's gonna throw it away, gonna blow it away
But I know they can play.
I for one, bow down for our english overlords
