The Witch-hunt

It’s open season on escaping-goats in England; the tabloid press, in particular, always so blood-thirsty, is pilling pages and pages of sour-loser excuses and undigested rage, to fuel and burn at the stake all those they need to accuse, so they have villains, victims, stories; a sacrifice to appease they-own mediocre selves, and the frustration of the louts who can’t accept the end of the empire, the metric system, the Euro, the end of their third pint, reality bites.
In what are they different from the Spanish, the Argentineans or the Brazilians?
In just one thing– they are not as good as the other teams…
It’s hard to say which is the less graceful in defeat, though – the Argentineans, always more hot-tempered, showed in the heat of the moment, that they don’t take defeat kindly; the English let it simmer gradually – they have to sober up first – then, they strike in vengeance, usually against the more-at-hand victims (they hadn’t yet forgiven Ricardo, for Euro2004)- in this recent case, some immigrants, a Portuguese Restaurant and C. Ronaldo, in effigy (so far, he's getting only warnings/threats)…
When everybody thought they couldn’t crawl any lower, they go out of their way to show us wrong!
They may not be so sportive, but they sure are competitive!