named after the Crown and learning the history of your empire upon which the sun never set and then staving off a flotilla in the Falklands was your nation's greatest achievement in the past 80 years. The average Brit's emasculation level makes Ti-Cuck seem like a strong man.

You can't help but hate Argentina if you're a Brit. Effectively a European country separated from the old oligarchical structure of Europe by an ocean. A kiss of Latina admixture in the golden-tanned women. Good weather. Actual food beyond the gruel that was partly responsible for England colonizing the world because they needed spice. You add the Hand of God goal and it's just the cherry on top of a powderkeg of hatred.

But it's not just any kind of hatred, it's a passive aggressive hatred where deep down the Brits know Argentina is superior in almost every way and going from the world's premier empire to knowing that Argentina is better than you is just too much to bear. Then, you hear about your buddy's buddy getting a visit from the cops because he said something on Facebook that pissed off the Muslim mayor of London and you hate the Argentinians even more because they didn't have to redesign their cities to stop the inevitable Truck of Peace that is a constant threat in urban Europe. How can you not be consumed by hatred if you're a EuroCuck?