I've lived and breathed England for as long as I can remember. I've savoured every victory, and have reeled into grave depression after every defeat. I cried Gazza's tears in 90. I shared Linekar's ecstasy in 86 and shed Butcher's blood with him in 88. I felt Waddle's anguish in 1990, and then had this heartbreak repeated to me over and over again, through Southgate and Batty and Pearce... I have felt every single injustice that has befallen us, screamed a million times at people who never hear me, and have ran around maniacally, celebrating hundreds of wonderfully glorious goals. England have drawn from me the extremes of every emotion I own. They have drawn from me the loyalty that I could never offer a woman, the love I find so elusive elsewhere, and enough pain to break a thousand hearts. Through all this, I have stayed with them, forever hopeful that the time will come, when I will see this country, the proud home of football, holding aloft a major trophy... But, and as much as it pains me to dampen an important victory like tonight's, even I have to admit...we were shit today.
Now that is what i call a JOTM post