Spendius, I think that your obsevations regarding patriotism actually refers to what I call blind patriotism, or patriotism that overrides fairness and common sense. A bit like the Scots, when they boo and jeer an England team, whoever they happen to be playing.
Ordinary patriotism, to me, means pride in one's country, which obviously comes to the fore when our national team is involved in sporting competition. I am English first, and then British, and proud to be both. If Scotland were playing anyone from outside of the UK, I have no problem in wishing them well and cheering them on.
Anyone who is English would, deep down and however much they wished to suppress it for whatever strange reason, would hope that the English person/team wins on every occasion, I think.
Take Ricky Hatton as an example. Even if you were only mildly interested in boxing, you would be hoping that he does well and wins his next contest, surely.
He, like Amir Khan, is a great lad who has worked his way through to where he is, by sheer hard work, grit and determination. That alone gets my vote for starters. The fact that he is a Brit is good enough for me, but being English is real icing on the cake.
He epitomises the Brit spirit, as far as I am concerned. He was polite, respectful and quiet at that awful TV hyped pre match "confrontation"
the other night, whilst his opponent strutted and ponced about, trying to belittle and humiliate. Ricky will do his job on the night, and if he wins, he'll probably carry on being polite and respectful whilst they carry the loser out of the ring. I'll no doubt lose my voice that night, shouting at the telly and cheering on that lad from Manchester, and am proud to say so.
Is it now a sin for me to declare my pride in my country of birth, nowadays? Ye gods and little fishes. What with the hand wringing PC brigade and the elf and safety merchants, we'll all be wearing sctatchproof sackcloth and ashes within a few generations.
That's a fair rant for a wednesday morning. It may be because I laughingly tried to cook a special meal for someone last night, which ended up a total disaster (in all ways). How the hell do you make onion gravy anyway? Who cares? Next time I'll get a takeaway delivered.