Fellow Geordie, and non-fellow mentalist Sainty has composed a beautiful poem celebrating his forthcoming trip to Germany to watch England lose to Portugal in the World Cup Quarter Finals. That said I do recommend, dear viewer, that you cut along to Ladbrokes and put a tenner on Lampard to score first as he is representing pretty good value at the moment.
Anyway, this be the verse;
Me and my mates are going to the football,
We’ll drink in the bars and eat in the food-halls,
Our arms we will wrap round the German and Argie,
Our smiles will be wide, our hangovers largie.
And when we are done, with new friends well met,
We’ll shout from the airport,
“Auf Wiedersehen, Pet!”