Guest Post by Peter Worrall Last Saturday at 9:45 a.m., I was reeling in agony on Gary’s sofa.  My stomach seized, and I felt nausea grow. I grabbed a throw pillow and squeezed it to my chest. I still had an hour to go of watching England in the World Cup quarterfinals. England’s Maguire had… Read More Why I Roar: In Support of the Three Lions