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Went down to my local branch of Tout’s tonight to stock up for the big match and as I was standing in the queue to pay, the 3 Lions tune comes on the radio and I find myself singing along to it.
Presently, I’m aware that others are looking at me which emboldens me to raise my voice hoping that it would lead others to join in. Given the current national fervour surrounding the national team, I was imagining that this could turn into one of those amazing “Hands across the ocean” moments and there would be little old me at the centre of it all.
I was imagining the line of weird beards perusing the Amateur Modeller magazines would start swaying from side to side in unison. The 2 Muslim girls in the wine section would lift their veils and provide a wailing Bollywood style descant to the chorus and even the slow girls on the tills would heave their not inconsiderable posteriors into action and treat us to a gingham clad twerking routine.
So just before I launch into the big “Three Lions on a shirt“ finale, I let slip a quick “c’mon everyone” to implore everyone to come together and create this magic moment.
Sadly, it was at the point the words left my lips, in other words the point of no return, that I realised the gravity of my error.
I put my basket on the floor and made a swift exit. Very embarrassing though thank **** we’ve got a Londis in the village too.
Presently, I’m aware that others are looking at me which emboldens me to raise my voice hoping that it would lead others to join in. Given the current national fervour surrounding the national team, I was imagining that this could turn into one of those amazing “Hands across the ocean” moments and there would be little old me at the centre of it all.
I was imagining the line of weird beards perusing the Amateur Modeller magazines would start swaying from side to side in unison. The 2 Muslim girls in the wine section would lift their veils and provide a wailing Bollywood style descant to the chorus and even the slow girls on the tills would heave their not inconsiderable posteriors into action and treat us to a gingham clad twerking routine.
So just before I launch into the big “Three Lions on a shirt“ finale, I let slip a quick “c’mon everyone” to implore everyone to come together and create this magic moment.
Sadly, it was at the point the words left my lips, in other words the point of no return, that I realised the gravity of my error.
I put my basket on the floor and made a swift exit. Very embarrassing though thank **** we’ve got a Londis in the village too.
