I am about to leave my place of residence to go to a pub to watch England vs Italy in the quarter final of Euro 2012. I am somewhat tense about this. Despite, my tender years, I have seen England crash out of 4 major tournaments, that I can remember, and not even qualify for another. This has set me up for a somewhat disappointing and upsetting night. However, I can but hope that this time may be different, that this time is England's time. It is this hope that will either be inflamed further or crushed horribly by this game.
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Time Passes
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It is now after the game, and England lost 4-2 on penalties. I don't care that its after midnight and no longer my day anymore. England lost, so that is more hurt for me. I was forced to go to a different pub and drink myself into oblivion to try and outweigh the disappointment of another England defeat on penalties. I now have a distinct dislike for anyone called Ashley due to both their misses and a hatred for the now 87 year old Andrea Pirlo for his stupid little chip.
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