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[chris]

wales have done fantasticaly well to finish top of their group , many posters then get ahead of themselves, i have said previously wales will reach the quarter finals, before bowing out.

there is no point thinking their is an easy route to the final regardless of what position you finish in the group, its how you play on the day itself. when it gets down to the knockout stages.:

everybody knows wales are a limited side in terms of ability and should be congratulated on what they have achieved so far, after watching most games as soon as they come up against a decent side they will be on their way home, but they have done wales as a footballing nation very proud.

gary speed rip

[Richyrich]

england have done fantasticaly well to finish second in their group , many posters then get ahead of themselves, i have said previously england will reach the quarter finals, before bowing out.

there is no point thinking their is an easy route to the final regardless of what position you finish in the group, its how you play on the day itself. when it gets down to the knockout stages.:

everybody knows england are a limited side in terms of ability and should be congratulated on what they have achieved so far, after watching most games as soon as they come up against a decent side they will be on their way home, but they have done england as a footballing nation very proud.

jimmy hill rip

[BLUETIT]

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_if.htm

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

[Croesy Blue]

England's side of the draw now has France, Spain, Portugal, Italy and Germany in it.

RIP England's tournament

[TH63]

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_if.htm

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Chris' version was much better imho

[Charlie]

Chris' version was much better imho

A shitload of smilies always makes things better.

[Llanedeyrnblue]

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_if.htm

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Love the poem and your cakes

[Jimmy the Jock]

A shitload of smilies always makes things better.

Surely he should be banned for the euros.

And forever.

[Charlie]

Surely he should be banned for the euros.

And forever.

I'd rather have Alan Green posting on here than that twat.

[Llanedeyrnblue]

I'd rather have Alan Green posting on here than that twat.

That's stretching it a bit

[Charlie]

That's stretching it a bit

I bet the fat fingered twat would post less smilies though.