THEY think it’s all over . . . it is now!
Kenneth Wolstenholme’s words from England’s flukey ’66 World Cup victory have been repeated on the Beeb so often, they’ve driven me daft.
But now they are words I wouldn’t tire of hearing, if they were applied to Brexit.
More to the point, I’m fed up of listening to unhappy and, in many cases, undemocratic Remainers and just wish they would shut up.
A gaggle of whingers from all parties who blindly and steadfastly refuse to accept the result of the European referendum or deal with the fact that they lost the vote.
A whingeing, whining cabal of left-leaning Eurocrats and Europhiles who think that the definition of democracy is: “You’re wrong, I’m right. I know what’s best, you don’t. You can’t as you’re not as educated as me and I won’t listen to those whose views are contrary to my own.”
Who, after much stalling, won the right to have the triggering of Article 50 debated in parliament – only to lose again.
Then, when the Government published their White Paper setting out their Brexit plans, all hell broke loose from the broken ranks of the dysfunctional opposition benches.
This is an issue that the Labour Party and the minibus of Lib-Dems should have already come to terms with.
They should have realised that the clock wasn’t going to turn back to before June 23.
No chance! If Europe was to suddenly fall off the globe and disappear like Atlantis they would still be nitpicking, Bre-moaning and Bre-groaning, hysterically tweeting and limply waving placards.
What a shambolic bunch they are.
How can Corbyn and his cronies be expected to bring the Government to account when he can’t even account for the whereabouts of his shallow Shadow Cabinet?
How can he be trusted to ensure the Tories get the best Brexit deal when he can’t ensure the loyalty of his own Remain-supporting backbenchers?
He can’t and he won’t. The UK Labour Party are a dog’s Brexit!
As for the Lib-dummies, led by Euro-luvvies Nick Clegg and Tim Fallon, what a complete joke that lot are.
Both are living in denial. So much so, I believe they think this is all just a very bad dream from which they’ll shortly waken up.
They are so out of step with the democratic wishes of the people and the reality of Brexit you’d be forgiven for thinking they were a pair of hyperactive jokers representing the Monster Raving Loony Party instead of a once great party.
I’ll stop now, because if I don’t I’ll have to bring in Mark Carney, the Bank of England’s naysayer, and that really would put me in a REALLY bad mood.
The point, of course, is that the Remain camp refuse to accept Brexit is real and will happen.
That there is no turning back.
Soft, hard, fair to middling, it doesn’t matter, there is only ever going to be one Brexit and that will happen in two to four years’ time.
So everyone should just calm down, let the transition team do its job and accept Brexit is on its way.
And if they do, maybe I will accept that, yes, Geoff Hurst’s second goal in the ’66 World Cup final did cross the line and England were worthy winners of the Jules Rimet Trophy.
Well, maybe not.
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