England is an odd place. For every piece of musical or cultural genius we have provided, there’s a big old load of shite waiting just around the corner. So when foreigners come over to the Premier League, naturally, it’s a bit of a shock for them.
Now that’s not to say our top flight isn’t the best league in the world, because it literally is. But that’s besides the point.
It rains alot.
It doesn't matter what anyone else tries to argue, the pace of the Premier League is ridiculous in comparison to the likes of La Liga and the Bundesliga. It's like one of those games where the speed ramps up until Level 10 when it feels like you're on a constant stream of cocaine.
Forget about the glorious Spanish and Italian cuisines, and get stuck into a hefty cod and chips from your local. Nutrition is key.
We don't pussy foot around in England. Well, for the most part. The level of grit and determination that gets put into every challenge is sure to open the eyes of some of the foreign fairies that are coming over.
There's passion all around the world from football fans, but there's nothing quite like the atmosphere of a Premier League clash. They're rowdy, passionate and at times prone to drunken stupidity, but it's all part of the fun.
The difference between the top sides and the rest of the division in La Liga is staggering, but in the Prem anyone can beat anyone. It's a cringeworthy stereotype to some, but it's true.
Have you ever seen 12 consecutive council estates leading up to a top flight stadium? No? Well then you're in for a fucking treat.
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Sounds a bit like we’re shitting on England here to be honest, but that’s not the case. These lads should be bloody honoured to come over to our shores and play on the British Isles. Form is temporary but class is permanent, and that’s definitely the case for this wonderful nation.