do we need to get someone to check on smakie....
I'm getting concerned that he's drowning his sorrows in 4 liters of brown sauce
Call off the search - I've been found. The wife sent a text out last night:
"Boys, I'm sorry football's not coming home this year. But is my husband coming home?"
At which point the lads picked me up off the bar, threw me in a lyft and sent me home.
I actually feel much worse today than yesterday. Gutted. All the promise at halftime, intentionally ignoring what we all knew - failure to capitalize on those early chances was going to bite em in the second half. Still the best England performance I've seen in a tournament in a very long time...