Who,s side are you on

Subject: FW: Who's side are you on.

Are there any of "us" left holding the tiller as another cricket stadium erupts to the sound of a partisan audience from the sub continent and New Zealand lose its first wicket. Where else is this phenomena of visiting sides holding the preponderance of supporters, cheering each ball, especially when against the home nation England. Nowhere, not Australia, not New Zealand, not the West Indies, not Bangladesh or India, not Siri Lanka and certainly not Pakistan, only in England, this polyglot experimental nation are the home population told to keep quiet and know their place in the new world order.
I know we are supposed to hang our heads in shame for Empire, for being White, for not providing more for the rest of the world on the basis that we took more in 1896.
We are shamed for daring to speak out against virtually anything these days and heaven help us if we disagree at the partisan nature of these people who now claim to being British but wishing to thrash the English when ever they play them at sport.

Our loyalty to flag and country is sneered at when the likes of Tommy Robinson or Nigel Farage draw attention to immigration but nothing is said when the immigrant, who can do no wrong, barracks us from the stands in Edgbaston,  Headingly or the Oval in London. The sense that the 'nation state' should always rule a persons emotion and loyalty is flatly denied when an Englishman wishes to show his elegance by flying the St George flag in his garden.  It's deemed infra dig and somehow demeaning and yet the shrill cry of the British-Pakistani fan as another England wicket goes down is forgiven by those who's blinkered ideology who see everything through the eyes of the so called underdog, the exploited colonial, the religious other-man.
Of course to write in such a way is to bring opprobrium on my head with a cry of racist ringing in my ear but why, when clearly a growing proportion of the citizens living here support another nation they feel more clearly represents them. Be it culture or their religion, their hearts are overseas and it's only the economic tie which keeps them here. Am I wrong or is the truth just too hard to bare from the multicultural idealists who inhabit the streets of Notting Hill, who's moralistic certitude inhibits their ability to see the truth on the ground. I'm not against a Pakistani person cheering for his team or a man or woman from Siri Lanka willing their side on to win, what I do find incongruous is the insistence that they are also British, on a par with the chap with his St George's flag.
As as if a cloud of idealism has settled on this island, blotting out reality, ignoring the dismay of the white skinned chap who follows the English side all over the world, in what is called euphemistically, the Barmy Army, where, there is no doubt that the fan in the Army is supporting England because he lives, was born there and dare I say, looks the part.
There no incongruity no double-blind, no reason to doubt the rational for identifying him or her as English but in this crazy world of innuendo toward the people who used to populate  these wet and windy isles before 1947, only 70 years ago, and well within my own life time, I am told to pipe down and stop questioning the multicultural experiment which in my view is, as yet, unproven.