And I'm not talking about England's definite qualification for the next round.
No, I mean watching England play in the company of a passionate Scotsman and managing not to kill him (which took a bit of doing seeing as I have been outed as a transexual killer)
Actually, he was very passionate indeed. I think he was trying to distract me from the football. Umm, to a certain extent he succeeded.
What was the score anyway?
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