There aren't many things more satisfying than seeing someone kick a ball extremely hard, and Alan Shearer wanged this one with such venom it nearly opened up a wormhole. Jonathan Mina on January 19, at 7: I look forward to our discussion! Gary Lineker cackling with disbelieving glee at the top of the dog-pile, Sir Bobby's little samba-jog of delight, David Platt grinning manically. Ignore the blunt fact of England's eventual exit and remember that World Cups aren't really about winning, playing well or even taking part. Farrar, Straus and Giroux
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And for those of us who have heard it, its fierce love lives in us. Maressa Villa on January 19, at 3: Once I was done reading the poem I realized that I could relate to the poem and how the author felt. We don't need to dig up the putrified corpse of England's Euro campaign just yet, but Sturridge's 91st-minute toe-bung is an all-timer, irrespective of the Lynchean horror of The Iceland Game. Newer Post Older Post Home. Like in my case it brought back memories of past relationships.
Twenty years ago, I held President Clinton accountable. Despite this obvious emotion and pain, however, his poems invariably contain an element of hope. The Fist The fist clenched round my heart loosens a little, and I gasp brightness; but it tightens again. He knew that nature did not regulate animal populations delicately. Poets are enabled to notice such things. You are commenting using your Twitter account. But reliable forecasting is possible.