I'd like to congratulate the U.S. soccer team on another auspicious showing in the World Cup. While their early exit probably didn't come as a surprise to anyone other than ESPN's announcers, it was great to get reminded again of what a great player Landon Donovan is. Pity he never actually, you know, scored. Must've been fretting about his hairline.
I'm also glad David Beckham finally scored a goal, because - to me - nothing puts you in a celebratory mood better than watching his loving wife Posh jumping up and down in the stands, barely jostling the two ossified cantaloupe halves attached to her cured, skeletal frame. Stirring.
Would it be too expensive to fly Brazil's fans in for every game?
The central figure of this year's World Cup has got to be Russian referee Valentin Ivanov. Sunday night's match between Portugal and Holland saw four red cards, a tournament record, and 16 yellows. There have already been 23 send-offs, which is a new record, and the quarterfinals haven't even started. The again, the Dutch really can't blame the ref, considering they had 20 freaking shots on goal.
You read it here first, Ghana will beat Brazil today.
Then again, I also picked Italy to the beat the USA. Which reminds me, that was a horrible way for the Italy-Australian match to end. And since I've been lurking on enough soccer message boards to pick up some of the lingo, I can can now confirm that the Italians are, in fact, "diving cunts."
The Argentinians, too. Unfortunately, they're probably going to win, meaning we'll all be right there when Maradona has his next heart attack.
nothing puts you in a celebratory mood better than watching his loving wife Posh jumping up and down in the stands, barely jostling the two ossified cantaloupe halves attached to her cured, skeletal frame.
i think i just broke something. it's writing like this that makes me love you, pete.
Having just spent a couple of weeks in Europe getting all caught up in this spectacle, I can confirm what you already know - that few teams in the world are despised like Italy. They are considered "flopping wankers" by every single Euro I met during my trip.
As for the US... the only time anyone even mentioned them was when I would get the playful banter, "Hey Chris, do you want to go to the pub and watch the US lose?" We're so not a factor to anyone who takes this sport seriously.