Divine Deliverance at last
World Cup ended last night or yesterday, depending where you are watching it from. In case you are reading this blog from Mars or some planet in Vector Saturn, I am pleased to inform you that Italy has won the World Cup, triumphing over France 5-3 on penalties. In a way, France's charismatic captain, Zinedine Zidane (nicknamed Zizou) contributed to his own team's downfall when he HEADBUTTED Marco Matterazzi in the dying minutes. In Matterrazi's chest.
In case, you couldn't quite understand the significance of the headbutt, It was as if Zidane had mistaken Matterazi for Pamela Anderson, and mesmerised by her pair of womanly breasts, decided to headbutt those titties. Imagine a bald French guy smashing his bald head into your chest violently. Romantic but Ouch.
May I also take a second to register my views on Italy winning the 2006 World Cup.
YESSSSSS!~! THANK BLOODY SODDING GOD THAT THE FRENCH GOT THEIR ASSES KICKED. HA HA HA!
It makes all this business of waking up at 2 am for the last month immensely worth it. I will do it all over again just to follow the trials and tribulations of England and Italy. England remains the favourite in my heart given the Manchester United connections. But Italy is a close second. Why Italy, I hear you ask? Well, it is not because of the Italian women or I crave pizza and pasta. It is because it has been a well known football injustice that Italy has been robbed for the last twenty years. Unlucky against Brazil in 94, robbed by France in 98 and then in 2000, and then was blatanly mugged by South Korea in 2002.
And of course, almost all the assholes I know support Thierry Henry, Zizou and France. One of the guys I know here in Laos was so sure that France would win, he demanded that I (Italy) bet against him (France) with OUR CARS as wager. In other words, he put his Mercedes Benz S320 on the line against my kick-ass Toyota Corolla (it is kick ass simply because I enjoyed winding down the car window and disturbing the locals by playing the Chicken Little's Numa Numa song full blast when driving up Lane Xang Avenue). However, I demurred as it wouldn't be nice and CO is a good man who does not take advantage of retards who thought they know their football. If CO is a bad man, I will be driving a freaking MERCEDES BENZ S320 this morning. But no - the satisfaction of seeing Italy erasing the two-decade football injustice by lifting the World Cup is good enough.
So what can CO say at the end of it all? Just a terrific feeling to see a pair of bruised titties and Italy winning the World Cup. More later.
In case, you couldn't quite understand the significance of the headbutt, It was as if Zidane had mistaken Matterazi for Pamela Anderson, and mesmerised by her pair of womanly breasts, decided to headbutt those titties. Imagine a bald French guy smashing his bald head into your chest violently. Romantic but Ouch.
May I also take a second to register my views on Italy winning the 2006 World Cup.
YESSSSSS!~! THANK BLOODY SODDING GOD THAT THE FRENCH GOT THEIR ASSES KICKED. HA HA HA!
It makes all this business of waking up at 2 am for the last month immensely worth it. I will do it all over again just to follow the trials and tribulations of England and Italy. England remains the favourite in my heart given the Manchester United connections. But Italy is a close second. Why Italy, I hear you ask? Well, it is not because of the Italian women or I crave pizza and pasta. It is because it has been a well known football injustice that Italy has been robbed for the last twenty years. Unlucky against Brazil in 94, robbed by France in 98 and then in 2000, and then was blatanly mugged by South Korea in 2002.
And of course, almost all the assholes I know support Thierry Henry, Zizou and France. One of the guys I know here in Laos was so sure that France would win, he demanded that I (Italy) bet against him (France) with OUR CARS as wager. In other words, he put his Mercedes Benz S320 on the line against my kick-ass Toyota Corolla (it is kick ass simply because I enjoyed winding down the car window and disturbing the locals by playing the Chicken Little's Numa Numa song full blast when driving up Lane Xang Avenue). However, I demurred as it wouldn't be nice and CO is a good man who does not take advantage of retards who thought they know their football. If CO is a bad man, I will be driving a freaking MERCEDES BENZ S320 this morning. But no - the satisfaction of seeing Italy erasing the two-decade football injustice by lifting the World Cup is good enough.
So what can CO say at the end of it all? Just a terrific feeling to see a pair of bruised titties and Italy winning the World Cup. More later.
posted by Captain Obvious at 11:23 PM
3 Comments:
You can still stay awake to type this? Amazing...
Besides Pamela's tits, the rest of the entry is alien.
OK, correct me if I am wrong-- this is coming from a soccer idiot. It seemed like most of the matches' victories are determined thru penalty. After watching a game for an hour, the results are dependent on the last few minutes. Like that got kick mah?
Wah lau, the only thing you noticed in the whole entry is my mention of Pamela's tits? It proves that you are a guy at heart.
Ah, a soccer idiot's take on penalty kicks. It is the most exciting part of the game. Imagine, toiling of 120 minutes (that's like two hours lah, not one), and then losing it all in a couple of minutes because your fat bastard of a team-mate hit the post from 12 yards. The agony, the tragedy and the pain have reduced men to tears (plenty of french tears last night). Such drama - of course got kick.
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Ok, still a man thing.
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