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Slakr: How Do You Deal With The Pain?

Slakr can’t deal with England’s loss. Can you? If so, please tell him so he’ll stop weeping during lunch?

I’m a pretty young guy. I’ve probably got at least 10 more World Cups in me before my Golden Goal gets kicked. So maybe its unreasonable of me to feel this morning like I’ve lost my best chance to see England lift the World Cup. But at the moment, I don’t have a clue how to deal with this empty feeling. I suggested to Boggs after the game that we head out to a Portugese restaurant and trash the place, but I think my violent instincts have been replaced with (the slightly healthier) despair and despondency. There’s not a lot of anger left (a little at the arsehole scum who trashed Owen Hargreaves), just a tremendous feeling of lost opportunities.

Last night was unbearable — every time I closed my eyes, I saw Carragher’s first penalty attempt going in. Not sure why this is the moment that sticks in the mind, but the mind is a funny thing.

The route to the final was about the easiest we could hope for — a weak group; an overmatched South American side; a Portugal team hampered by suspension and injury and age; a French side past their prime. It could have been so different. And now four years to wait before we have a chance again. Sure, from the current squad only Beckham and Neville will be gone and likely more than adequately replaced. But its four years.


And then, just to rub it in, this is the moment my loving iPod chooses to play The Streets.

In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground
Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down
World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us

Thats about all I can say. Its bed for a few days now. No more football until the season starts. And then we get to see Chelski with Sheva and Ballack running away with the title again. I hate this fucking game.