Dear, dear Nicholas,
	There are times when being abroad, a long way from your home, your
friends, can be very trying, and you just feel you need to be near some of
your buddies. These feelings of isolation come and go, and one gets over
them as best one can. But there are times when it's all just too much, and
one NEEDS to be near one's friends. Now is one such time, and I would just
love, no, I would LOVE to be with you right now. If I had your 'phone
number, rest assured I would call you immediately. Why? Oh, just so I
could say: WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
 WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
WWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

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	Even Roy was leaping around the room cursing and swearing at the
pathetic Dutch scum - maybe he'll make a 'lad' afetr all! On behalf of the
English team, supporters, and nation, I would like to take this
opportunity to thank the Dutch team for exposing their sorry behinds and
allowing themselves to be publicly butt-fucked for the amusement of the
masses. I honestly cannot remember being so entertained watching an
English performance. I now have no voice and I think I am about to be
evicted from my apartment on account of the colourful language flowing
from therein (not all of it mine, I stress). It is speculated that there
is such a thing as a 'bad winner'. I don't give a fuck. WE WON! IN YOUR
FACE!!!!! Hopefully Scotland will have done the business and you'll be
out. Ha! Missing you muchly.
	Lots of love,

	English Fletch   xxxxxxxxx 

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Dear Dr. Michael Fletcher,

I must admit it was a rare moment for England, but they played very
well. Maybe they went and took some secret lessons at the Ajax camp!
However, I must inform you that although England did well they played
against a flailing Dutch side who have at the moment have serious
internal problems. One player (Davids) has already been sent home for
saying that the coach shouldn't stick his head up other players'
arses. It was very lucky that Holland scored in the last few moments
since that sent those fucking Scots packing, munching on their grim
oats (this was a cruel but satifying way of knocking them out). Maybe
in the next round if Holland get their act together they will meet
England again and I can assure you the revenge will be sweet... On the
other hand if things carry on as they do then Holland will get knocked
out in the next round.

Yours Sincerely,

Nicolas Wales.

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