England Players Vow To Spend Their Way Out Of Depression

DAVID Beckham is to buy himself a Bugatti Veyron, a diamond covered horse and the nation of Equitorial Guinea in a bid to ease the pain of England's Euro 2008 failure. 

Beckham said the England squad was hurting and confused, to the extent that many could not remember which of their homes they were supposed to go to after the game.

"It was a poor performance. The only explanation I can think of is that maybe we're not paid enough," he said.

Scott Carson, the rookie goalkeeper blamed for England's shock exit, said it was only the thought of his indoor heated swimming pool, sauna and fitness room which kept him going.

He said: "If it wasn't for the Fabergé quad bike, the Maserati jet ski and the Patek Phillipe sandwich toaster, I think I'd have slit my wrists in my sunken bath and its eight whirlpool massage jets."

Stephen Gerrard said the pain of defeat was so intense he had to be carried from the dressing room to his Aston Martin in a sedan chair.

He said: "I don't know if buying a third Jacobean mansion and filling it with solid gold eggs will help, but for God's sake I've got to try."

Rio Ferdinand said he would cheer himself up by paying Paul Gascoigne £1 million to recreate his 1996 wonder goal against Scotland in his back garden 'over and over again'.

Reg Hollis, 53, a lifelong England fan, said he could appreciate that the football stars were hurting but thought they might get over it. "I'm hurting too," he said. "And I'm absolutely fucking skint."

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Guest Blog: Russell Brand

GOR' blimey guv'nor and gadzooks! Thrice I had partaken in the devil's dandruff that very morning, and now I was well and truly off me crust, ta very much. The willing young lady of the night what I'd procured the previous evening was still wriggling around on me boat race like an eel on a bleeding frying pan. "I've had enough of this lark – now begone scarlet woman and leave me a couple of Rizla on your way out," I tell her.

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Following a most stimulating evening of badinage on me chat show sofa, I spent the early evening in the green room chatting to me guests, one of whom is an old chum of mine, the legend that is Mr Ronald Corbett. About an hour into proceedings, Ronnie, who'd been talking to David Cameron for ten minutes, turns to me, slaps me on the back and says: "This posh cunt's doing my fucking napper in – fancy necking a disco biscuit or three, for old times sakes?"

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As told to Matt Owen