Magnificent Iceland freeze out feeble England

At times like this, TLF has no words and only Billy Shakespeare will do:

England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of wat’ry Neptune, is now bound in with shame.

The fine words written about others today will have to wait until Wednesday; there’s no joy in them right now.

Pepe le Pew Fox (and Ingurland did have a stinker)

Fixtures
All quiet on the western front audjourd’hui

Results
Italy 2 Spain 0
England 1 Iceland 2

Manger ou boire?
While we are in this footballing vacuum, a taste of la mere avec un slow cooker from our hosts
http://www.greatbritishchefs.com/recipes/bouillabaisse-recipe

Sing-along-a-quarter-finalist national anthem – Iceland
Ó, guð vors lands! Ó, land vors guðs,
vér lofum þitt heilaga, heilaga nafn,
úr sólkerfum himnanna hnýta þér krans
þínir herskarar, tímanna safn.
Fyrir þér er einn dagur sem þúsund ár
og þúsund ár dagur, ei meir:
eitt eilífðar smáblóm með titrandi tár,
sem tilbiður guð sinn og deyr.
Íslands þúsund ár,
eitt eilífðar smáblóm með titrandi tár,
sem tilbiður guð sinn og deyr.

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2 Responses to Magnificent Iceland freeze out feeble England

  1. Rob says:

    It’s all terribly familiar.
    Dumped from a major tournament by the land of cod.

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