Pubs bracing themselves for sober, civil Lionesses fans

PUBS across England are bracing themselves to be overrun by women watching the England-Italy semi-final in a serious, respectful manner. 

As the Lionesses play for their place in the Euro 2025 final, hostelries are steeling themselves for crowds of well-adjusted fans who will enjoy a couple of gins while watching the game without causing disruption.

Roy Hobbs, landlord of The Woolpack in Ipswich, said: “The eerie silence that fills the place on match days unnerves me the most. It’s the calm before the calm.

“Come this evening, this place will be swamped with a smallish crowd of polite, level-headed football fans whispering about Wiegman’s tactics. I just hope we’ve got enough Beck’s Blues in to satisfy their moderate thirst.

“And God help me if England lose. Watching these women cheerfully acknowledge that the better team won before leaving quietly so as not to annoy our neighbours will be harrowing.

“Maybe if I ask nicely one of them will chuck a stool through a window or start a fight in the car park. If not for themselves to make me feel safer.”

Lionesses fan Nikki Hollis said: “Sure, it’d be nice if we go through, but we won the f**ker last time. We’d need decades of bitter failure to be as twatty as the men.”

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Whatever you're up to I will find you and destroy you, by Chris Martin

By Chris Martin, former Coldplay singer turned judge of all the earth

I ALWAYS knew I would find my purpose in life. That being leader of the world’s most insipid stadium rock act was only filling time until I discovered it. 

And now, after the Boston incident, I know what I was always meant to be: a vigilante punishing wrongdoing from whom nobody in this world is safe.

Who else? Who holds higher moral ground than I? A vegan, a father, proudly carbon-neutral, privately educated yet not elitist. I was born to sit in judgement over you. Confidentially, I already do.

But it wasn’t until I exposed infidelity on the kiss-cam, forcing a man’s resignation and wrecking his life, that I felt the savage glee of true righteousness. That I truly felt alive. And as I watched the repercussions and shattered lives, my joy only grew.

I realised what I should have known all along, given Coldplay’s music: I hate you all, I’m better than you all, and I was put on this world to hurt you.

So that’s me, from now on. Using my millions to hunt you out and ruin you. Cheating on your husband? Stealing from the self-service till? Slacking off at work? I’m coming for you. My cameras are everywhere.

You will be caught. You will go viral. The whole world will laugh but with an edge of nervous terror, knowing they can and will be next. No matter how minor your misdeed I will film it, I will share it, and I will f**king destroy you.

God, it feels so refreshing to say that finally. It’s a real burden lifted. Really excited for my reign of beige terror.