From today’s Telegraph:
Who’s this “we”, exactly?
Ah, right. Of course, we all remember our joy when Britain won the Ashes in 2005, and the contrasting despair when Britain was pumped out of Euro 2016 by Iceland. (All those people you seem to recall jumping up and down with joy, laughing and putting Iceland flags on their Twitter avatars? Tourists. All of ’em.)
Still, we always had Britain’s unforgettable World Cup victory in 1966 to cling to (even if Britain didn’t manage to qualify for the 1974 or 1978 tournaments), or that dramatic last-gasp victory for Britain in the 2003 Rugby World Cup, or the time when Britain crushed the French at Agincourt in 1415.
And that’s not to mention all the modern-day sporting triumphs of Britain’s Andy Murray (Dunblane) and Laura Muir (Inverness), of course.
Ah, wait, we think we get how this works now.
