The British are known for their sense of humour, their ability to look adversity in the face and maintain their dignity and stiff upper lip in the face of certain doom. Shit just happens. We’ll moan incessantly about it afterwards, perhaps for years at a time, regailing friends with tales of injustice at any opportune moment. But we will laugh about it too, turning our pain into the gallow humour for which we’re renowned. The American’s could really learn a lot from the English. We’d just laugh off that ‘oil spill.’ (Do these two respective spills even themselves out? No?)

The exception to the above is when we lose a football game in front of the World and our collective ice cool façade shatters, instead opting to pointing fingers and running around with pitch forks and the like.

So after last nights game against the US of A, and having suffered the indignity of drawing to a bunch of sun kissed non leaguers by way of a God awful goal keeping gaff, the tabloids have reacted exactly as you’d expect; i.e. by crucifying Robert Green like he was Gary Glitter.

It took them hours to come up with that.

Ahhhhh comedy lead.

So does he deserve to be stoned to death? Or should we take a philospohical view on last nights events and remember that we still got a point? Crab Football asked the man on the street for their reactions:-

Gary, 31 - “Well I’m Scottish. So Robert Green is as funny as Billy Connelly or domestic abuse as far as I’m concerned.”

Linda, 19 – “I have no idea what you’re talking about but I’ll tell you this. Sex and the City 2 is amazing.”

Al, 24 - “I never thought I’d say this, but David James is less error prone. I feel dirty.”