PC at the BatTravis LeBlanc
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
the score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
a sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
they thought, if only Casey could get but a whack at that —
they’d put up even money, now, with Casey at the bat. 
Watching the dramatic final of the Euro 2020 soccer tournament, you can’t help but feel that someone up above must like us white nationalists. Even I, with all my creative powers, could never have dreamed up something like this fairy tale ending. It was just perfect. It was a miracle.
On one side, you had Italy, a team composed almost entirely of ethnic Italians. On the other side, you had the multi-racial ultra-woke England team, a mix of ethnic English and blacks from throughout the former British Empire. The symbolism of the match could not be missed. This was nationalism versus globalism. It was possibly the most politically symbolic sporting event since Larry Holmes fought Gerry Cooney, if not Schmeling versus Louis.
England invented the modern game of soccer. Of course, liberals, ever vigilant to find any way to deprive Europeans any credit for their innovations, can point to all sorts of examples of ancient cultures who played some sort of game involving kicking a spherical object around. But the game as it is played now originated in England in the 19th century.
After England invented soccer, it quickly became a global obsession. Europe, Africa, and Central and South America all became enthralled with the game. Ironically, the only place where soccer did not catch on was in white former British colonies like the United States, Canada, Australia, and South Africa, who chose different national games to cultivate distinct identities from the motherland. In America, they chose baseball and football. In Canada, it was hockey. Australia invented Australian football. Wales and South Africa took up rugby, a game that is considered an upper-class sport in England. In Ireland, there is some passion for the sport, but not nearly as much as they have for hurling or rugby.
For several decades after the invention of soccer, England briefly dominated the sport. So confident were the English in their soccer superiority, they declined to participate in the first three World Cups feeling they did not need to actually go out and prove that they were the best.
Since England finally entered international competition in the 1950 World Cup, they have been a persistent mediocrity. In the World Cup, they have only made it past the quarter-finals twice: once in 1990, when they were knocked out by Germany in the semi-finals, and then there was England’s solitary major international trophy at the 1966 World Cup, when they were the host nation. Even that came with an asterisk attached to it, as one of the goals in the final match was of dubious legality. But the books record the 1966 World Cup as a win for England, and it came at an opportune time in England’s history. England had just lost her Empire and her days as a major world power were officially over. The World Cup victory along with the ongoing musical British Invasion acted as a soothing balm for the country and gave hope that perhaps England could still continue being a world power in other ways, like culturally and in the world of sports.
The cause of English mediocrity in international soccer is something of a mystery, especially when considering that the English have gone through periods of dominance at a club level. Between 1977 and 1984, when English teams were still entirely white, English clubs won 7 of 8 UEFA Champion’s League titles.
Different theories are floating around as to why that is. A common one is that English players train for a particular style of play based on speed and athleticism that works on the English club level but doesn’t translate well internationally. Indeed, English players who have played in continental leagues have often struggled to adapt to different and more tactical styles of play.
But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
and the former was a lulu and the latter was a cake,
so upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
for there seemed but little chance of Casey’s getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
and Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
and when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
there was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
But England found hope and inspiration in that country that lay across the English Channel.
Until relatively recently, France was a country that was even more of a soccer mediocrity than England, and the French were more or less fine with that. The French had always been somewhat lukewarm towards soccer. Their own domestic league is firmly second-tier and is basically a feeder league for more popular and profitable European leagues. Any player with talent who rises to prominence in the French league will inevitably be snapped up by some club in England, Spain, Italy, and Germany.
However, as France became increasingly multicultural, it suddenly shifted almost overnight from being a soccer also-ran into a global titan of the sport. Until 1998, only six countries had ever won a World Cup. Uruguay and England had won fluke victories, but the World Cup had mostly been handed back and forth between Italy, Brazil, Germany, and Argentina.
But then a new multiracial French team emerged, led by superstar player Zinedine Zidane, an ethnic Algerian Muslim. In 1998, France crashed into the exclusive World Cup winner’s club when they hosted the tournament, defeating tournament favorites and defending champions Brazil in the final. And the win proved to be no fluke. Two years later, the same French team would steamroll its way to victory in the 2000 Euro Cup. After a poor showing in the 2002 World Cup, France reached the World Cup final again in 2006, but lost to Italy in the final.
France claimed the World Cup again in 2018. By this time, France was now being celebrated as “the black team.” Black soccer fans from all over the world started cheering on France as “their team.”
The message was loud and clear and the anti-whites now had a new sales pitch for diversity beyond the rich and amazing array of restaurants: diversity makes your country good at soccer. I mean, just look at France. They sucked at soccer for decades. Then they went multicultural and now they are a powerhouse.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
it knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
for Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat
The Euro Cup tournament was supposed to begin last year, but was delayed due to Covid. Between then and now, George Floyd died of a drug overdose and virtue-signaling against racism became the fashion in all respectable quarters.
Even before the tournament began, the English team was going woke. They had started a tradition of kneeling BLM-style before each match in a protest of racism. The move was deeply unpopular with fans, who booed during the grotesque woke ritual. Not only did they not appreciate politics infecting sports, which are supposed to be an escape from the troubles of the real world, all that BLM stuff is American. The English’s love of footie was one of the remaining defining characteristics that separated British and American culture. It was one of the last things that kept the British from being merely Americans with funny accents. But now, even their national game, a game that the British themselves invented, was being Americanized.
However, once the tournament began, TV broadcasters started muting the boos of the crowd during the kneeling ritual and inserting cheers in their place to make it look like the fans enthusiastically supported the woke American garbage.
England started the tournament slow, winning two of their group stage games 1-0 and drawing with the Czech Republic 1-1. Still, it was enough to progress into the knockout stage. Once there, England began to pick up steam, beginning with a 2-0 win over their bitterest of archrivals, Germany. They followed this up by a dramatic 4-0 thrashing of non-slouches Ukraine in the quarters and a 2-1 win over above-weight-punchers Denmark in extra time. England was headed to their first major cup final since 1966.
The media went into full propaganda mode. They wanted everyone to have no doubt in their mind as to what was behind England’s revived soccer prowess: diversity. If football were to come home, they wanted there to be no uncertainty that it was a direct result of England accepting hordes of brown people.
There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
there was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile on Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat
The final started well for England when Manchester United defender Luke Shaw scored in the second minute. Right off the bat, the globalists were salivating at the prospect of gloating over the ignorant nativist rubes about how POC were able to achieve what white England had struggled in vain to do for the last 55 years: to bring football home.
But England was not out of the woods yet. With 23 minutes remaining, Juventus center-back scored an equalizer for Italy off a corner kick which sent the match into extra time. After extra time, the score was still 1-1, which meant the match and thus the entire tournament would be settled by penalty kicks.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
defiance gleamed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.
It was in the penalty kick phase when a Christmas-in-July miracle occurred.
England and Italy were to do five penalty kicks each. Whoever scored more would win.
England manager Gareth Southgate (whose missed penalty kick cause England to crash out of the Euros in 1996) selected his five penalty takers. The first two were to be white players: Tottenham Hotspur’s Harry Kane and Manchester United center-back Harry McGuire. The next three penalty takers were black: Man U’s Marcus Rashford, Jaden Sancho of German club Borussia Dortmund, and Arsenal’s Bukayo Saka.
The objective was clear. This England team was there to represent the new diverse and multicultural Britain. Whether it was Southgate’s own idea or an order that had been passed down from on high, the plan was to have the title-clinching penalty kick scored by a black guy. The front pages of all the newspapers would show a black guy celebrating in their glory as the new multiracial diverse England team triumphantly bought football home at last.
And you know that was the plan, because white English midfielder Jack Grealish, an expert penalty kicker for his club Aston Villa, was not selected. If the goal was to win, you would want your five best penalty kickers out on the field, and yet they left out one player who specialized in them and who just happened to be white.
Of their five penalty kicks, Italy missed two of theirs. England had to beat three penalties. Shouldn’t be too hard.
England’s first two white penalty takers Kane and McGuire nailed theirs. If only one of the black players scored their penalties, it would have sent the match into extra penalties. If two landed theirs, England would have won. Easy-peasy. According to statistics, since 2009, 75.49% of all penalty kicks taken around the world have resulted in goals. You are three times more likely to make a penalty than you are to miss it.
And yet a miracle happened. All three black players missed their penalties. A miracle. Atheists BTFO.
The globalist plan failed. Not only did they not get their “diversity won England the cup” narrative, they got the exact opposite: Diversity cost England the cup.
And it was pure greed and hubris on the part of the globalists. If they had just put out their best penalty takers regardless of race, they probably would have won and still could have had their “multiracial England wins the cup” headlines, but no. The cake by itself wasn’t enough. They just had to have the icing, too. They wanted the image of the black guy scoring the winning penalty in the history books and on the headlines.
Instead, the headlines all look like this:
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
but there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.
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 Excerpts from Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s “Casey at the Bat,” 1888.
Undoubtedly the white supremacy final of finals.
It’s Maguire BTW. He should be the England Captain after this heroic performance in tournament. He’s also got the arrest record abroad for the job CV!
The left is trying desperately hard to spin this in their favour. Bukayo Saka is no longer the player who choked under pressure in the biggest moment of his life. He’s a poor child that was thrown into an unfair situation, and then endured vicious racism from low IQ troglodytes all over England. But, alas, here comes an outpouring of love and compassion from the cosmopolitan crowd to show the world that love conquers hate, and that diversity is our strength after all. And, needless to say, police are already investigating all of the “hateful” posts on social media.
If they can find any that actually originate from the UK rather than India and the middle East.
“So confident were the English in their soccer superiority, they declined to participate in the first three World Cups feeling they did not need to actually go out and prove that they were the best.”
How incredible that Scotland and England refused to play in the Italy 1934 World Cup, despite being offered automatic-qualifying. On the bright side, Great Britain did shock the world 2 years later by winning the 1936 Winter Olympic Ice Hockey gold medal.
In Ireland the number 1 sport to is Gaelic football, then rugby, hurling and soccer fill up the remaining positions in no particular order.
I had no idea that Jack Grealish was an expert penalty taker since I only watch the sport for world cups and European cups. It just shows how controlled by the woke capitalists the game has become – any English person should be disgusted by that omission.
Roy Keane was on ITV trying to scapegoat Grealish. “If you’re (Raheem) Sterling or (Jack) Grealish, you cannot sit there and have a young kid [Saka] go up for a penalty ahead of you, you can’t. You cannot let a shy 19-year-old go up in front of you. They have a lot more experience, Sterling has won trophies, they had to get in front of the young kid and stand up.”
Grealish responded on Twitter “I said I wanted to take one!!!! The gaffer has made so many right decisions through this tournament and he did tonight! But I won’t have people say that I didn’t want to take a peno when I said I will…”
Can’t be certain about it but Rashford, Sancho followed Saka looked a lot like the manager was pressured by the chairman of the FA and BBC to have a black footballer win the penalty that won England the championship. It’s very, very plausible.
Keane must know why Southgate picked Rashford, Sancho and Saka one after another.
A really great piece, and well constructed around the poem. I hate to do this, but you got the group stage stats wrong. England beat the Czechs 1-0 and Croatia by the same score, having also a goalless draw with the kilted clowns who infest the north of my country. Also, England did make another semi, also against Croatia, in the last World Cup. Finally – I am so sorry about this – when you say that rugby is an upper-class game, you mean rugby union. Rugby league was traditionally even more working class than football. That’s the one with 13 men a side and tougher than union. Lecture over. You played well and we are going to put you up front next Saturday. I shook hands with Pat Jennings once.
Oops. Very careless of me. I was in a rush to get this written as quickly as possible while the story was still hot.
I always forget that there are two rugbys although even if I had, I didn’t know there were class distinction between the two.
The cherry on top is that they didn’t use Jack Grealish! Everyone knows at crunch time, you always utilize your best people for the job. They couldn’t resist the image of blacks bringing home the cup. Royally BTFO.
Those headlines just prove that the globalists never miss an opportunity — hype up the tired “there is so much work still to be done” root-out-racism angle and bury the fact that an ethnic team claimed victory. Smoke and mirrors so that diversity can keep steamrolling forward.
Hopefully, this poor decision serves as a wake up call for many white English fans — in pursuit of wokeness, you ultimately lose! Wishful thinking, but I really do hope it inspired many conversations about race within white English households after the game.
Thank u for exposing one of our many problems by posting “white English”, not once but twice. English People r Europeans; they r not Africans. English People aka White People.
Upon talking w/some Chinese, Japanese people & one from Nigeria, I mention to them that I am Chinese as I was born in China, I am Japanese as I was born in Japan, I am Nigerian as I was born in Nigeria. I have yet to find one that accepts me(a European) as Chinese, Japanese, or Nigerian.
Obviously, non-Europeans r unconfused in who they r.
Not putting Grealish is reminiscent of Team Canada not putting Wayne Gretzky in the shootout versus the Czechs in 1998 Nagano Olympics. The coach at the time opted for a defenceman, Ray Bourque, who as far as I can tell is not a POC. So the coach was plain incompetent with no SJW coattails.
I would bet the guy who made the decision to put the black players is a close friend of that Blairite who was hot mic’d saying he wanted to rub the Right’s noses in diversity.
I immediately cheered for anybody but England when I learned Goldman Sachs coined the ‘bring the cup home’ nonsense. The cheer itself is as contemptuous as its originator. Home? It’s NEVER been in England. One of the Italian players took exception to this chant. His reply in the press conference: we decided the trophy deserves a nice flight to Italy.
What exactly was this post-match online ‘racist abuse’ and why must it be the occasion for a national witch-hunt for ‘haters’ ?
Why cannot these highly paid sports entertainers be a little more robust? Why for example is it now obligatory to fawn over the semi-illiterate social justice activist Marcus Rashford?
Who are his handlers who have decided for us that the useful distinction of ‘English’ qua ethnicity, denoting the indigenous white Anglo-Celtic populace of that historic nation, be not only abolished but actually forbidden?
It’ll be interesting to see where that last point will go. English is not an official nationality, so if the term does not denote an ethnicity, all it can denote is birth or residence in England. Perhaps merely self-identification should be sufficient, irrespective of any tangible connection. (I’m English, btw.)
Your contention that because the English are not “an official nationality”, they are also not an ethnicity is a leap of logic, to say the least. Most of the world’s ethnic groups, from the Abkhaz to the Zulu, don’t have a state of their own and, therefore, are not “official nationalities”. Regardless, they remain ethnic groups, nations. As do the English. That being the case, sub-Saharan Africans can never be Englishmen, no matter how many liberal cockroach journalists refer to the likes of Bukayo Saka as an “English footballer”.
Here is the cleaned up post to “white Anglo-Celtic”:
Ref. “white Anglo-Celtic”, here we go again. Anglos r Europeans aka White, no need to add White to Anglo.
Imagine rooting, as a white English native, for your country–which now hates you for being a descendant of this nation’s Anglo-Saxon ancestors–and a team, which is comprised of Negroes from foreign land.
Ref. “white English”, this is redundant. English People r European aka White. No need to add White to English, British, French, German, etc.
All the Kanes and Maguires I’ve ever known have been Irish, so it doesn’t even look like an Englander took a shot. There was a time in England when a father would disown his daughter for dating an Irishman, now they say, “Thank God he’s Pale.” Funny world.
Nothing breaks down intra-white rivalries faster than exposure to non-whites. There used to be a fairly significant Catholic-Protestant divide in America which all but vanished after desegregation.
Once they had hordes of feral blacks in their schools and neighborhoods, the WASPS, Celts, and Latins realized that, whatever their differences, they had more in common with each other than they did with the blacks.
Liberals like to say “In Europe, no one sees themselves as “white”. They see themselves as either English, Irish, French, German, etc” and I’m just like “Oh, give it time…”
This is probably a very old joke, but I read it yesterday somewhere…
“What’s the difference between a tourist and a racist in South Africa?”
– About two weeks.
Picking three blacks, including an inexperienced 19-year-old, over better qualified White players was a clear case of the liberal cockroaches believing their rubbish about being on the “right side of history”. They thought they couldn’t lose!
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