When asked what he thought of England's recent form, Ron made the following rant:
Aren't they? Wasn't it? Didn't they? 442, 224, 4321?!
Pop goes the watsit, goalie, Green, small hands, big ball, mum calling him home for tea, beans on toast, rush goalie, giggsy, giggsy wiggsy, jumpers for goal posts, what a goal!
Back of the thing, the shimmy, the shammy, is it? Football crazy, England for the cup, tea and toast and small boys playing in the park, marvelous!
...Leather ball! On me head son!!
Down the left, in the middle, fiddle fuddle, on the bench, fat boy with oranges, give us one!
...What was the question again?