As someone who lives in a city whose sports teams routinely come up with the most absurd ways to flop in the biggest moments, it seems like I should have some sympathy for England. But after weeks of Instagram posts and other media of them crapping on the US, whining about start times, griping about the heat (after assuring us they have the worst heat imaginable)… f them guys. The sooner somebody 1776s them back across the pond, the better.
Or maybe it’s just the 50+% Scottish blood flowing through me. Whatever.
Meanwhile, I have no idea what happened in the first 90 minutes of that Ghana-Panama game, but stoppage time was drunk. Late goal? Borderline fights? Who says hockey season has to be over?