Okay. We get it. We all understand. It's been beaten over our heads constantly, for years and years, so finally I think we can say that everyone knows this one little piece of trivia:
England, apparently, won the World Cup in 1966.
At the World Cup.
FORTY. FUCKING. YEARS AGO.
Please. For fuck's sake. Stop going on. And on. AND FUCKING ON. I don't know what would be worse, England winning again, or never winning again - if they win again, then we'll never hear the end of it, but if they don't, we'll never hear the end of the fucking 1966 win. Either way, I lose.
We get it! It was all very exciting! Three lions! Geoff Hurst! Jules Rimet! Some people are on the pitch! They think it's all over! It is now! Well hey, guess what?? It ISN'T all over! It never will be! EVER! It'll just keep on going, until the sun explodes, the Earth boils away into space, and the universe reaches its largest size then collapses down again into a microdot of theoretical nothingness. And even THEN, there'll be some fucking advert or supplement or documentary about it.
Yes, I'm sick of the World Cup already, and it hasn't even started yet.