We need a hero

A new era beckons - indeed!

As this sceptred isle we call England, land of the Angles and Saxons enters into a dark and dismal time, we look around and to those who would call themselves our leaders for answers and a hero. Maca the Red and Gordon the Grey, the feeble champions of grey shadowy bureaucratic worms who profess to be men, have been found wanting and bereft of vision on the field of battle. Our heroes of yore and yesteryear, Sol the Giant and Lord Beckham were spent and knackered, failing to inspire their rag tag army, who were left frightened and confused on the marshes of Wembley. El Tel spat out his disgrace and disgust and slunk down the tunnel of doom, thinking unto himself, "this ain't the $@^@ing Costa Del"!

So who will hold the vision to steer the ship on course to victory I hear you ask? Will it be a humble (cough cough) fisherman from Setubal, or a great
Gorizian? Who can tell? But I say unto you men of steel. Look not to heavens or the halls of power for your hero, look deep into your hearts and unto yourselves. For the next hero lies within.

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