England may be out of
the World Cup, something I am personally devastated by of course, but I thought
their squad was ripe for the pickings in terms of analysis. No, not through
heatmaps or passing stats, I was thinking more along the lines of how they all
look, tenuously, like silly stuff. So here’s the entire England squad,
deconstructed for your pleasure.
(WARNING: some of these
may be considered slightly offensive/inappropriate/cruel. Sorry)
Joe
Hart: Okay, confession time, this one isn’t mine, but I
thought there was no way whatsoever I could top it, and to be honest it just
deserves more publicity*. Looks like he was really good at ‘fingering the
hottest girl in the year above’ at school.
Fraser
Forster: Looks like a casting director’s wet dream for the
part of Lenny in a community play adaptation of Of Mice and Men.
Ben
Foster: Looks like a soft-eyed orang-utan who looks after
himself quite well.
Glen
Johnson: Looks like a guy at work you’d get on well with for
a few months, but then on a night out he’d reveal that he actually really,
really likes My Little Pony.
Leighton
Baines: Looks like he wouldn’t shut up about the enlightening
Foster The People interview in the latest NME.
Luke
Shaw: Looks like if he was a winger he’d be called the
baby-faced assassin. But he isn’t. So he isn’t.
Gary
Cahill: Looks like an electrician who’d spend more time pontificating
on whether he wanted his coffee black than actually fixing your main fuse.
Phil
Jagielka: Looks like he’d passionately quote the Communist
manifesto while handing over eighty quid for cuff-links.
Phil
Jones: Looks like the ‘joke’ one of a group of lads; you
know, the one that’s only involved because he’s always up for buying a round
and is a perpetual subject for mockery but will just laugh along. Most likely
to be seen alone at half two in a club having a drunken existential crisis.
Chris
Smalling: Looks like he’d quite happily spend half an hour
reciting to you (and concomitantly laughing along to) his favourite Two and a Half Men jokes.
Jack
Wilshere: Looks like a minor, expendable cockney gangster from
a mediocre Guy Ritchie flick.
James
Milner: Looks like an alcoholic gorilla. He probably lives
with Ben Foster’s orang-utan, but is considerably the slovenlier of the two.
Jordan
Henderson: Looks like he’d go on a lads’ holiday to
Malia where he’d mouth off to a menacing Serbian about his shit vest, and is
consequently stabbed.
Steven
Gerrard: Looks like he’d be really proud of his position as
deputy manager of the butchers’ section at an ASDA in Norfolk.
Frank
Lampard: Looks like your fun, loveable uncle who you then
find out was in prison for a decade on your fourteenth birthday.
Ross
Barkley: Looks like he’s more than capable of writing a totally
legible, and surprisingly thought-provoking, thesis entirely in abbreviated text-speak.
Adam
Lallana: Looks like he’d prefer to go canal boating in Wales
rather than ‘tanning in Spain or sightseeing in Vienna’ (he’d spit
condescendingly). He’d then get furious when you asked him why.
Raheem
Sterling: Looks like the protagonist’s wacky best friend in an
eighties Brooklyn-set sitcom.
Alex
Oxlade-Chamberlain: Looks like he gives absolutely
world-class bromance hugs.
Wayne
Rooney: Looks like the dead baby from Trainspotting.
Daniel
Sturridge: Looks like a guy you’d cross at uni and
immediately judge as being a dick, before progressively realising he’s one of the
nicest guys you’ll ever meet.
Danny
Welbeck: Looks like he was the kid in school with ADD who
relentlessly tried to convince you he was really smart but just didn’t try.
Rickie
Lambert: Looks like he’s worked previously in a beetroot
factory. Hold on…
*http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/joe-hart-and-the-career-yips
Kieran

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