I don't know, man. Every time I tell myself I'm going to sit down and watch a football soccer game I enjoy it for about ten minutes, and then I can't get past what whiny little bitches they all are.
Case in point, ABC's playing the MLS match between Los Angeles and D.C. this morning before the Euro Cup final (sort of like the battle of the bands winner opening for the Rolling Stones). First off, after listening to the announcing crew talk for 20 minutes about the Galaxy's David Beckham and MLS goals leader Landon Donovan, I decided I was going to root fiercely for D.C. United. I have nothing against Donovan, except for his utter collapse in the last World Cup and his worsening habit of taking out his anger over advancing male pattern baldness on opposing players. It hasn't helped, D.C. was up 4-1 when I changed channels to...
The Euro 2008 final is on today. In news that should be no surprise to anyone who's heard me correct someone describing my surname as Dutch, I'll be pulling for Michael Ballack, Bastian Schweinsteiger (what a name) and Germany to pull it out.
UPDATE: Aaaand Spain's up 1-0 at the half. Loverly.
UPDATE 2: I'm junking any more pro-Spain comments.
Just kidding. Yeah, I was really taken with ESP's speed and accuracy throughout the match. I hate using the expression "they wanted it more," but they played with a lot more fire (and flopped with a lot more enthusiasm). Patrick's right, the best team won.
The accuracy of the Spanish passing and their ability to control the ball was pretty amazing. Throughout this tournament their midfielders and backs have toyed with opponents, like cruel 15 year olds playing keep away from their 8 year old brothers.
The best team won this match and the tournament.
While I know that this probably won’t solve your problem, it is a great boon in my life.
Soccer and rugby are damned near equally boring in that they just go up and down the field over and over. BUT in Rugby, the guys grunt a lot, sweat a lot, spend a lot of time bent over with their thigh muscles straining, and if you’re really lucky, end up tearing a bunch of clothing damned near off in the scrums.
It’s the girl version of watching Jello wrestling. Screw soccer and those mamma’s boys. Gimme some mud.
I’m totally with Carol on this one. I saw my first rugby match when I was working over in Ireland, and although I didn’t necessarily grasp what was going on all the time, I felt like I should’ve brought some dollar bills to tuck into their sweaty, muddy, and very possibly bloody shorts. Being from Texas, I would’ve liked a marching band (or perhaps two of them- sweaty, muddy, and very possibly bloody- who beat the crap out of each other between numbers) during halftime, but you can’t have everything….
Well golly, you ladies have certainly convinced me. Hallelujah! It’s raining sweaty, muddy, grunting men!
OLE, OLE, OLE … OLE, OLE!