Paul Taylor

I just want my country back. A country we can once again be proud to call home. Where children aren’t sacrificed to Pakistani rapists. Where our border actually means something. Where foreign rapists are deported, not handed council flats and legal aid. Where you can speak your mind, without fear of being cancelled, sacked or even arrested. Where the truth matters more than someone's feelings. Where the British flag is flown proudly. Where we grow our own food, actually make our own stuff, and stand on our own two feet. Where men are men, women are women, and everyone knows the difference. Where people earn their keep, not indolently live off the system by choice. Where a GP appointment doesn’t take six weeks. Where we unapologetically kick out foreign criminals. Where success is celebrated, not punished with taxes and scorn. Where the trains can sometimes run on time. Where we don't have drag shows in primary schools. Where the rule of law actually means something, and the same rules apply to everyone. Where young British couples feel able to raise a family. Where we celebrate the trades and apprenticeships. Where the criminal justice system can't be weaponised for foul ends. Where we make things, fix things, and own things. Where a young mum isn't in prison for posting something stupid on social media. Where people can actually speak English (mad idea, I know). Where loyalty to Britain comes first - not Palestine, but Britain. Where offence isn't outlawed. Where veterans are housed before illegal migrants. Where our Christian values are celebrated. Where we remember who we are. Where we're proud of what we are. Where we can proudly call home. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, do you? I just want my country back.

Playing Kevin De Bruyne this deep feels like you’re wasting Kevin De Bruyne.

Next level. What a beast.