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Fat Albert

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It's 37 years since England last won a major international tournament and I'm sick to death of losing to Australia at just about everything else (cricket, hockey, even oikball).

I shall be at the rugby club at 8am for a fry up and a tipple with the fervent hope that this time they really will succeed

This time is different, I'm confident but nervous, almost as if I'm involved, they have the preparation, skills and temperament, all that's needed is the rub of the green

Good Luck England

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And just in case you don't know it all the way through:

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me home;

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, and

What did I see,

Comin' for to carry me home,

A band of angels comin' after me.

Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me home

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me home

If you get there before I do

Comin' for to carry me home

Tell all my friends I'm comin' too

Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me home;

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down.

Comin' for to carry me home.

Yet still my soul feels heavenl'y bound,

Comin' for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot

Comin' for to carry me home.

I thank you

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Actually it's more like ...

"SSSchwing Lowww, ssschweeyte ssschariutttttttttt"

....after the amount of London Prides consumed during an England game ....... :p  :p  :p  :p

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And this one.....

And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England's mountains green?

And was the holy Lamb of God

On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine

Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was jerusalem builded here

Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!

Bring me my arrows of desire!

Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!

Bring me mychariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,

Till we have built Jerusalem

In England's green and pleasant land.

Where's the tissues ?

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I'm too nervous / excited / p******** already to go to bed.

Saturday itinerary:

Leave house at 7:50 walk to Franklins gardens

Arrive 8 AM for Breakfast and few pints of Tetleys

9 AM continue chewing nails back to the bone for next 80 minutes only interrupted by cheering for Daw' little snipes and a Ben swallow dive over the line..

10:45 Celebrate.........do stupid things only wearing St.George's flag.

3:00 PM (still at Gardens) watch Saints restore winning ways with emphatic win over Leeds Tykes.

4:45 PM, after all that exertion quench well earned thrist with more beer and a Petroc's pastie.

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This is for you Mr SE, or can I call you 7

Two little boys had two little toys,

Each had a wooden horse,

Gaily, they’d play, each summers day,

Warriors both of course.

One little chap then had a mishap,

Broke off his horses head,

Wept for his toy, then cried in joy,

When his young playmate said.

“Did you think I would leave you crying,

when there’s room on my horse for two?

Climb up here Jack, we’ll soon be flying,

I can go just as fast with two!

When we grow up we’ll both be soldiers,

And our horses will not be toys,

And I wonder if we’ll remember,

When we were two little boys?”

Long years past, war came so last,

Bravely they marched away,

Cannons roared loud and in the mad crowd,

Wounded and dying lay,

Up went a shout! A horse dashes out,

Out from the ranks so blue,

Galloped away to where Joe lay,

Then came a voice he knew.

“Did you think I would leave you dying,

when there’s room on my horse for two?

Climb up here Joe we’ll soon be flying.

Back to the ranks so blue,

Can you feel Joe?  I’m all a tremble,

Well it may be the battles noise,

But I think it’s that I remember

When we were two little boys”.

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I work for an Australian company.  I have been winding the Ozzies up all week.  If we don't win I am up for some serious stick.  The boys just have to win tomorrow; but I'm sure they will.  Trouble is, I have to take off on a business trip at 10am, so I will only see the first half and then have to listen to the second half on the radio.  And, when we do win, I won't be able to wind the b*****ds up by e-mail as I can't take my laptop with me + not back until next Thursday.  Sweet sorrow if we win, though.

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Chris

Seems like a perfec day to me.

We are having a breakfast party, so ,

Ive printed out the Elworthy song sheets,

got the bacon in the pan,

had a rub down with Mobil Racing Fully Synthetic,

and lined the tinnies up on the sofa.

let battle commence!

Rob and Pat (the cook!;)

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An Australian family of rugby union supporters (obviously not from

Victoria) head out one Saturday to do their Christmas shopping.

Whilst in a

sports shop, the son picks up an England rugby shirt and says to

his

sister,

"I've decided to be an England supporter and I would like this for

Christmas".

His sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him round the

head and

says,

"Go talk to your mother".

Off goes the little lad with the white rugby shirt in hand and

finds his

mother.

"Mum?"

"Yes son?"

"I've decided I'm going to be an England supporter and I would

like this

shirt for Christmas".

The mother is outraged at this, promptly whacks him around the

head and

says,

"Go talk to your father".

Off he goes with the rugby shirt in hand and finds his father.

"Dad?"

"Yes son?"

"I've decided I'm going to be an England supporter and I would

like this

shirt for Christmas".

The father is outraged and promptly whacks his son around the head

and

says,

"No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!" About half an

hour later

they're all back in the car, heading towards home.

The father turns to his son and says,

"Son, I hope you've learned something today?"

The son says, "Yes dad I have."

"Good son, what is it?"

The son replies, "I've only been an England supporter for an hour

and

already I hate you Aussie b*stards."

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