I love the way that some people go to such great lengths to so pompously declare how they are nothing to do with the England team.
Giving all kinds of excuses as to why they don’t want to be associated with this England lot, after the latest pictures are beamed back of a few hundred attention seekers standing bare-chested outside some foreign bar making fools of themselves, as the foreign constabulary and the rest of the world look on in pity at them.
Just as if you are born on Tyneside you are automatically a supporter of Newcastle United, the same applies to England – born within these shores this is your national team.
Having drunk a pint of Guinness or inventing a great great grannie, doesn’t make you an Ireland fan or indeed a supporter of any other country, you are still an England supporter whether you like it or not. Yes you can choose a second team/country but unless you are willing to hand over your passport and cut off all ties, you can’t deny what you are born to be.
There is no picking and choosing who you support in some embarrassing gloryhunting exercise.
Yes there is a lunatic fringe who travel to wherever England play and make tits of themselves but our national team has better support than any other country. The troublemakers are a very small percentage and an even smaller one of those who are actually going into the stadiums in France or wherever, to support OUR national team.
Like the vast majority of previous internationals in recent tournaments, England had around three quarters of the stadium (despite only getting around 20% of the original ticket allocation – further proof of the dedication of those who travel to support the national team) when up against Russia. Fantastic support and the only trouble caused at that match inside the ground was of course by the Russians, who formed a small minority of the crowd.
Just because you don’t paint your face or wear a medieval knight’s outfit doesn’t mean you are any less of an England fan.
The England team will never mean as much as Newcastle United to me, just as this country will never be as important as Newcastle Upon Tyne is.
However, all that counts this afternoon (at least until Newcastle play Burton Albion…) is England beating Wales, come on England!