Modern Stupid Football


The 2026 World Cup starts today so a football themed nomination seemed appropriate. Since our seasoned Football Correspondent Norman had another related rant, I figured we’d combine them for a mega rant. Over to you cunters…here we go here we go here we go – NA.

Fans who sing stupid songs are cunts.

Now, I loved the game. Home games and the atmosphere, the away trips with my mates, the ding dongs with rival supporters, the banter and the witty and historical songs.

Now, modern football is like darts. Overstuffed with morons and mongs, with no knowledge of history or tradition. Just attention seeking idiots and phone/social media monkeys.

One thing about these idiots that really gets on my gonads is the ridiculous and pointless songs they sing.

England fans singing ‘Sweet Caroline’ (along with the vomit inducing ‘So good! So good! So good! chav mong chant). What the fuck has an old Neil Diamond tune about Caroline Kennedy (daughter of JFK) got to do with the shower of diversity shit that is the England team? Sheep like cabbages.

And now, Aston Villa fans have taken to singing ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’.
Now, I have had more than enough of this Oasis dirge. It was done to death when the appeasement – sorry, silly me – the tributes started after the Manchester Arena sandfilth mass murder. So, I am not overfond of it as it is.

However, Villa fans singing it….. What has a song by a known Manchester City supporter got to do with the old Birmingham club? Seeing Villa fans bawling shit lyrics like ‘So, Sally can wait…’ Absolutely stupid and pointless.

And, who knows what totally irrelevant and shit song the England retards will sing at the upcoming World Cup. Will they grunt the tune of the Shite Stripes moron magnet ‘Seven Nation Army’? Or wil they yet again turn the songcraft of Neil Diamond into a chav freak show? Rest assured, it will be nothing whatsoever to do with England or its history.

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Nominated by Norman.

With a second half dominated by this from Norman:

The giddyness and arrogance of England fans. And, of course, the joke that is the England team (and there almost certain failure) are cunts….

As another World Cup looms nearer, the England fans annoy everyone with their hubris and thoughts of a divine right to win the damn thing

Flags all over the place, that shit song by those Baddiel and Skinner cunts, and moronic mongs will be ubiquitous until England get knocked out (which they will).
All that ‘It’s coming home’ shite. England only ever won it the once. When everything fell into place. Swinging London, the Kinks at No,1, a radiant young Queen presenting the trophy, played on our own turf, and a group of great players (Banks, Moore, Bobby and Jack, Stiles, Ball). A true one off, never to be repeated.

The fact that these idiots always use 1966 as a yardstick is a joke. No players since 1990 have even come close. There is nothing wrong with a bit of optimism, but they take it too far and have ideas well above England’s station. This happens at every tournament. Giddyness and ‘It’s coming home’ followed by failure and post mortems.

The so-called ‘Golden Generation’ being the most laughable of the lot. The likes of Terry, Lampard, Rooney, Cole, Rio Ferdicunt, Beckham. Too many big heads, too many huge egos, and way too much debauchery and unprofessionalism. Devils dandruff and roasting Babestation slags does not win a World Cup.

Also, the wimmin taking the thing over was a huge fuck off alarm bell.
All that WAGs bollocks, seeing the pouting vacuous mugs of Cheryl Cole and Skellington Spice everywhere did not help. Whichever manager it was (was it that Sven knobhead or the Tommy Cooper Eyetie look alike?) should have not allowed those wives anywhere near the World Cup camp. Tabloid proximity and off-field distraction – driven by the attention seeking of Cheryl and Skellington also had a severe negative effect.

The thing being, nothing has changed much. The current lot are a bunch of woke lily livered primadonnas. All virtue signaling and knee taking. Playing in a swimming pool with rainbow inflatable unicorns? Can anyone imagine Jack Charlton or Nobby Stiles doing that after an England defeat? These clowns also fucked up big style at Euros 2021. As Gareth’s ‘Three Degrees’ buggered up all of their penalties. Then, Whale Tongue did the same thing in the semi final of the last World Cup.

How anyone can see this lot as heroes is baffling. And, any cunt who genuinely thinks they will win it are insane. Scotland know they are going to get gubbed. Yet the Tartan Army know this and they enjoy themselves. But the England fans seem to think 1966 entitles the England team to a divine win at every tournament. Way too many cock ups to mention.

The re-re-re-re releases of that dreadful song show how many times the giddyness has been deflated and the England team has failed. In 1996, it was ’30 years of hurt’. Now in 2026 it’s ’60 years of hurt’. I wonder, will the song surface again in 2046…. ‘100 years of hurt’?

60 years of hurt? Nah, nothing so meaningful.
60 years of failure. 60 years of shit.

The picture in the link says it all…

BBC iPlayer. (This might only work in the UK – NA)

109 thoughts on “Modern Stupid Football

  1. Haven’t had the sound on for decades when watching a match, besides pre and post match comments. Glad I got used to it before the ladies began to intervene. I only found out what was mentioned from you lot who also complained and left me wondering why you wanted to put yourself through the agony of it.

  2. Two of the more enjoyable football tournaments for me were USA World Cup 94 and the Euros of 2008.

    The common denominator being that England didn’t qualify so I could enjoy the football while being spared the plastic patriotic hype and the bullshit.
    A refreshing change.

    Back then I was certainly a much more authentic England football team supporter and even attended the odd game but was always acutely aware of the hyperbole that always surrounded the national teams exploits.

    Women and other assorted cunts with painted faces draped in flags who couldn’t fucking spell football nevermind know anything about what they were watching, shitting up the pubs in town.

    Another thing maybe worth pointing out is that if you were actually trying to promote the game of football itself, England are the last team you would use as an advert.

    A lot of bandwagon jumping cunts only football experience is watching these cunts every couple of years in a tournament and the actual football spectacle that they serve up is more often than not, absolute fucking dog shit.

  3. I bet that the BBC and ITV will no longer be allowed to film any fit birds in the World Cup crowds. In case if offends some woke minger or some uppity gobshite like Eni ‘Sharples’ Eluko.

    Always part and parcel of the tournament, the women in the stands wearing not very much. The Croatian bird with the big whammers being an old favourite.

    https://assets.goal.com/images/v3/blt238b26bdaead972d/Croatia.jpg?auto=webp&format=pjpg&width=3840&quality=60

  4. I imagine fake footy fan Rodney, will suddenly love all things English..
    Taking a break from imprisoning people for noticing white people are getting their heads sawn off.

    Fat unless, quare, I hope one of his step kids push him down the stairs.

  5. The hubris of England fans, the media and their ‘expectations’ are as laughable as they are astonishing.

    1966 is all they look back to, because it is all they can look back to.
    Aside from that and a brave showing in 1970, the England record has been woeful.

    They weren’t even in the World Cup for 12 – bloody twelve – years on the bounce.
    A Polish ‘clown’ stopped them single handed to stop them in 1974. And, again, fuck all in 1978. When they got to Spain in 1982, they couldn’t even beat a shit Spain side (and Keegan missed a glaring open goal!). Compared to the other teams that year, Italy, Brazil, France, Germany, England were nowhere. ‘But.. But they were unbeaten.’ Yeah, with two fucking 0-0 draws. No way good enough.

    And, I know they like to blame Diego and his Hand of God, but does anyone believe England were good enough in 1986? Because I don’t. Maradona’s second goal was a total piss take. With Peter Steptoe Reid doddering behind the Argentinian maverick, who then took the piss out of many other players, including that overrated cunt Peter Shilton.

    1990 was better. However, that soft cunt Gazza hijacked the thing. Instead of blubbing like a fat babby, he should have manned up and took the penalty he was supposed to take in the shoot out. As for the other penalties? Well, Chris Waddle’s is still on radar at NASA. Again, Shilton’s ineptitude coming to the fore in both the actual game and the shoot out. Bloody useless.

    1994 and Graham Taylor. The Impossible Job/Do I Not Like That film still a benchmark in black comedy. That whole England set up made the characters of Police Academy look professional. Taylor picking Carlton fucking Palmer showed how far the standards had dropped.

    1998. More fucked up penalties and that Beckham tantrum. Diego Simeone provoking Becks by telling him his Spice Wife likes it up the chuff from a real man. Needless to say, the soft little get fell for it and got promptly sent off. Looney God Squad blowjobs off his faith healer Hoddle as gaffer didn’t help either.

    The shitty Golden Generation have been covered in the nom. Yet more calamities with Sven, Fabio, McLaren, Hodgson (oh, my sides), Keegan and whoever else. Managing the biggest bunch of collective cunts and wankers to ever wear the England jersey. John Terry, Ashley Cole, Wayne Rooney, Rio Ferdicunt and so on. Say no more.

    And, so, on to the Wokegate era. More failure, incompetence and cunts who weren’t fit to clean Bobby Charlton’s bog, never mind his boots. The knee taking and fist salutes for a piece of treeswinging criminal scum make these bastards deserve our contempt for all eternity.

    I dare say this Kraut – let;’s face it, a German in charge of the England side just is plain fucking wrong – and his gang of fairies will add to the ledger of abject failure and missed penalties.

    I’ve every confidence in having no confidence in them.

    • The England team need to breathe some life into Tuchel instead of him breathing life into the England team.

      The fella looks like he’s gone full blown AIDS.

      Your appraisal of England’s previous performances in tournaments is pretty much spot on Norman.

      The top and bottom, left and right of it is that England have simply never been good enough to win a tournament in my lifetime.
      Fuck all this glorious failure shite.

      Stumbling and bluffing, huffing and puffing unconvincingly from the first ball kicked up until the last (which is often a missed penalty)

      Things might be different this time but does. anybody who follows the game seriously think that Tommy “Philadelphia” Tuchel’s snowflakes and Africans are going to get the better of Spain, Portugal, France, Brazil or the Argies when it comes to the business end of the competition?

  6. Mind you, I did enjoy the World Cup in the old days. 1982 is a favourite of mine. Splendid teams and players, Like Brazil and Italy. Paolo Rossi, Zico, Socrates, Junior, Falcao, Tardelli and all them. France were also good, with Platiini, Giresse, Tigana and so on.

    A high drama quota too. That dirty cunt Schumacher executing – STILL- the dirtiest nastiest foul I have ever witnessed. As he goose stepped on Patrick Battiston’s head, nearly murdering the lad.

    I also used to love all the crap that they brought out for the tournament. The Espana 82 stickers went on the fridge door, then there was the Bulldog Bobby T Shirt (no doubt now seen as Far Right evil), and I even bought this oddity. One of the strangest albums ever made. Kevin Keegan doing ‘lurve’ songs, Glenn Hoddle covering Queen(!), and there’s even a ditty from Trevor Francis.

    https://www.discogs.com/release/2894579-The-England-World-Cup-Squad-This-Time-The-Album?srsltid=AfmBOor-i4_v3Y2uqY_rVvl6heEI_F9lI8jOCAfjX_cNJeLXHClnWT3G

    • Harald Schumacher was a despicable piece of shit.
      He should have done time for that assault.

      He got his in the final that year though.

      Picking the ball out of the net 3 times.

      Boniek the ginger Pole was a hell of a player in 82 as well

      • Boniek was brilliant Herman.

        I saw Boniek and Platini take United apart when we played Juventus in 1984.

        Zico was phenomenal, as were Socrates, Junior, Eder and Falcao. Everyone remembers the Brazil vs Italy game (and it was great), But the Brazil vs Argentina one was also a classic. Junior’s goal is still one of the very best. Maradona didn’t do much though, except getting sent off.

      • When Schumacher pole axed Battiston. Michel Platini thought his team mate was dead, seriously.

        The Kraut didn’t bat an eyelid, he didn’t go to see if the lad was even alive. Not a single fuck was given, just a cold glare. Classic Wehrmacht

    • Considering Lothar Matthäus and his soft spot for the old days of the Fatherland. Can you imagine is reaction to the Berlin Globetrotters?🤣

  7. Sorry, I can’t think of any way to link this to football.
    Rachel will only give the cringeworthy Healey enough pocket money for a couple of peashooters, so he’s offski. What a tragic loss to the nation.
    At least he’ll no longer have to count up how many operational ships the Royal Navy has for one of those pesky interviews.
    Here’s a clue John – it’s somewhere between zero and none.

    Apparently he’s ‘proud’ of what Labour has achieved in office.

    The Labour Party – taking satire to new levels every day.

    • 9pm
      Al Carns, Armed Forces Minister, has gone as well.
      Excoriating resignation letter.

      The wheels are falling off Rodney’s jalopy.

      Is there a football match on or something?

  8. I have only one thing to say about this World Cup –

    When the seagulls follow the trawler it’s because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.

  9. Turns out it was the defence of the realm or free breakfast clubs.
    Looks like toast and out of date frosties won..

    Still when the chìnks invade, they will have plenty of well fed children for their work camps..

  10. 48 teams is way too much. All these shitholes like the Congo and those ex USSR fly tips are now clogging up the event.

    1990 in Italy had 24 teams, and it was better for it.

    So basically it’s 24 good to decent teams and 24 average to shit ones. Basically any tinpot outfit can qualify. now. Who the bugger wants to watch Waka Waka vs Club Tropicana?

    • I’m a fan of the old style European Championship finals – two groups of 4 & no fucking about with quarter-finals. 48 teams & 104 matches! What a pile of shit.

  11. Since the knee taking, rainbow cock sucking and the team looking like Nigeria’s squad I now fucking hate football. If it was played in my back garden, I’d draw the curtains

  12. It will pass me by in a blur of total and complete disregard and disinterest.

    I heard someone called ‘Wrighty ere’ on my car wireless earlier going on about how he’s already ‘stoked for a summer of footy’

    What a cunt.

    • By which they mean multiple, endless programmes of pre-match punditry, followed by 90 minutes of shit, with some clueless cunt trying to make a lack luster match sound exciting, with a 15 minute halftime recap of the “highlights” ( someone managed to kick the ball in the general direction of the goal ).

      Followed by another 30 minutes of post match punditry, with more highlights.

      I think I’ll pass. I might pour bleach in my eyes if I accidentally catch a glimpse.

  13. Two men stabbed outside Birmingham library today.
    One rushed to hospital with life-threatening injuries.
    No other details being reported.

  14. I detest what passes for football now however, with nothing else on the idiot box as usual, I thought I’d have a dip into the “soccer”. Well, fornicate my aged tan footwear, South Africa represented by 11 kaffirs versus a Mexican drug cartel. 20 minutes in the useless lazy cunts have a fucking ‘hydration break’. What a pile of utter cunt. If only we had an English team to support I’d be right behind them..

  15. Na na na !

    Na na na !

    Na na na , na na na , na na na !

    Na na na !

    Na na na !

    Na na na , na na na , na na na !

    A load of fucking shite

    Good evening.

  16. I’ve got my World Cup tapes made in 1982, 1986 and 1990 all converted to DVD. So I’ll watch them. The videos were done on quality VHS tapes and were well stored and preserved. Even Jimmy Hill is a welcome face, compared to the stupid wimmin, performing clowns and serial gobshites that will plague the 2026 coverage.

    • I’m more partial to watching football from years ago than I am to watching anything live on the box nowadays.

      The football and atmosphere was better
      The pundits and commentators were vastly superior.
      The element of surprise with teams from abroad that used to exist can’t be underestimated either.

      Now, most clubs and international teams resemble Cameroon and the game is worse for it.

      Jimmy Hill ended up being wheeled out as some kind of antiquated joke figure by the Beeb in the late 90s but the fella knew the game inside out and done a lot to help.his fellow pros back in the day.

      It’s shame that everything about elite level football has ended up being the glutinous monster that it is today but Jimmy Hill of was a legend of the game from a better time.

      In my opinion.

      • England vs France from 82 now, Herman.

        The mighty Bryan Robson . Paul Mariner (RIP) was useful too. I think Marrers died in 2021.

      • I grew to like Jimmy. Mostly due to when he was at a Manchester United game in the 80s. The crowd were singing ‘Jimmy Hill is a wanker, is a wanker!’ The song usually reserved for that cunt Elton Welsby. Now, instead of squirming and blubbing like Welsby did, Jimmy smiled and said ‘They only sing about you if you’re famous’.

        Took it on the chin (no pun intended), a proper football man. Worth a million Ian Wrights, Micah Richards and Eni fucking Elukos and Alex Scotts.

  17. I remember watching the 1966 world cup on our Regetone black and white telly..!

    Back then GB was Christian and 99%white.

    Now it isn’t..

    And, GB wins FUCK ALL…..!

    Apart from a multicultural fucking SHITHOLE ruined country .!

    THE GODS MAKE MAD, THOSE THEY WISH TO DESTROY…!!!!!

    BURNING REVOLUTION IS NIGH…🔥

      • 1966 now seems like a long lost utopia, Doc.
        Like a fabled Avalon, beyond our reach now forever.

        As you say, the country was largely migrant free. There were a few. But they were mostly grafters and from the West Indies and India. And they weren’t loads of freeloading terrorist, rapist and hospital and benefit clogging Pakis and Africans. Half of Eastern Europe wasn’t here then either.

        The TV wasn’t infested with diversity and poofery. Doctor Who was great with Hartnell and Troughton, Coronation Street was in its kitchen sink prime, Pete and Dud, Steptoe & Son, Alf Garnett, Ready Steady Go, Danger Man. Even Batman and Robin and Star Trek from across the pond.

        Popular music was in a golden period. The Kinks at No.1, the Stones at their Brian Jones inspired pop peak, the Beatles were about to unleash Revolver, and our charts were filled with pop classics. The Byrds and Beach Boys gave us magic from the other side of the Atlantic, with Hendrix waiting in the wings.

        Swinging London, as it was called, was in its ascendency. Film, theatre, art and all kinds were thriving. Sean Connery as Bond was everywhere. As was Michael Caine, Richard Burton, Terence Stamp, Tom Courtenay, the great Albert Finney, Also, the totty was great. Julie Christie, Joan Collins, Twiggy, Carol White, Liz Taylor. And that’s before we get to the American and continental beauties of the time.

        Then, the actual football, Quite simply the only great England side there has ever been. Banksy, the greatest goalie of all time (it ain’t you, Schmichel), Bobby Moore, a superb centre half. Nobby Stiles – a true English hero. Also Big Jack Charlton, Ray Wilson, Roger Hunt, Martin Peters, George Cohen. Then there was Bobby Charlton, the greatest English player who ever lived. And, they can say what they like about Geoff Hurst. The only man to score a hat trick in a World Cup Final. A far cry from the knee taking unicorn fondling bunch of fairies and treeswingers that represent England now,

        As well as all the other stuff, Doc. Shops, doctors, cinemas, radio, pubs, parks and everything else being better. 66 is sadly a long gone and permanently lost world,

        And, there was no social fucking media and mobile bastard touchscreen fucking phones.

      • Oh, and a certain lad named Best was dazzling us all with his magical football skills in 1966. Destroying then then great Benfica in their own back yard.

  18. The biggest cunts are anyone watching or talking about football. The biggest fucking con to convince working class people that they have something in common with each other as they are fucked up the arse. Dumb cunts.

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