When you see a face like the one above – a face that’s seen two world wars and one failed Indiana Jones movie – it makes your wonder what his tired, drained eyes have seen in his time, and what he’d hope to see in his final passing days.
Obviously considering his age (93), we can’t even begin to imagine the knowledge and exprience he’s gained over the years, especially after going through the blood and anguish of world war one and two. But what else has this poor old codger been through?
The usual look on his face – the look that says ‘hey, my names Fabio Capello, and despite what I’ve seen in my many days on Earth, despite what I’ve learned, nothing could prepare me for what I saw on February 28th, 1987 – both of my parents fornication in numerous positions (including ‘the crab’) – is the face of our beloved nation, England.
‘This look’ is a misleading look. It’s a stern, dominant stare which says ‘we don’t take shit’ – and if only the F.A would take into account this flaw with the face of our manager, and the state of border control thanks to the Labour party, we wouldn’t have this ‘flaw’, and therefor our great nation would not be misleading and when foreigners look to come to our country in hope for a nice British holiday (as seen on Walkers adverts) they wouldn’t be under the impression that England is a place where paki’s don’t exist, and their presence is unheard of.
In a sense, our nation is like Brenda and Audrey out of the Bounty kitchen roll adverts – from a young age, whilst growing up with these adverts, you come to begin a likeness for these kinds of women – a unhealthy likeness. A likeness which pretty much decide the rest of your life for you, with regards to moving to Thailand and fucking countless he-shes which eventually seals in stone, your life-time ticket to the sex offenders list.
Ah, sweet justice. Sweet random rants that don’t make sense.
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