The bloody FIFA World Cup. Flags, floosies, footballs and, of course, flops. Yep, it’s finally over, a whole month of joy and pain and hangovers and missed expectations and beers and hugs and late nights and hangovers again. And bloody Portugal are STILL surrender monkeys who couldn’t beat a cheating housewife, let alone the French national team.
Alright, geezers, what did you get up to this past weekend? I, shockingly, was taken clubbing by me mates at Mambo on Friday night, which perfectly set me up for the braai on Saturday, which was excellent, and the football, which was freekin wonderful!
Isn’t life wonderful? The World Cup, in all it’s multi-coloured madness and two-footed trickery, is in full swing. And I’m glad to say I haven’t missed a game yet, thanks in part to the TV I have in my office!
Well, I can’t say I’ve been disappointed by the perfomance of the African nations so far (considering it IS the World Cup). I’ll just say this: they may be enthusiastic, but they sure lack a lot in skill and technique.
So the FIFA World Cup 2006 is here. Yippee – one month of football, international football too. I know this is the month where the wives tend to forget their hubbies’ faces, but thanks to the magic of ZTV Sportnet, most of the country’s menfolk will be hard pressed to find an excuse to leave the cabin for those 9pm matches!
What could ever possess someone to bet on something so ridiculously skewed as a football match between Arsenal and Barcelona? I mean, is our economy that bad for us to turn to gambling AGAINST ALL ODDS just to get by?
What more do you have to do? You’re Steven Gerrard, you cut through the middle, suck in two defenders and slide it through to your striker running into the six-yard box. Unfortunately, that striker’s name is Peter Crouch.
…and this is no reference to what’s been happening in the sack either. Or not been happening in all honesty.
Unbelievable week we’ve had, sports fans! Can you handle Liverpool winning two games in a row?
So, the Zimbabwe Warriors kick off their second AFCON campaign tonight, taking on Senegal in their opening encounter. Hold your balls (if you have any).
….after almost a decade of European glory ManU(re) have been dumped out of Europe!
You’re a striker. You haven’t scored in 15 hours of football for your new club. Your mate wins a penalty, and up you step, gamely placing the ball on the spot. The Portsmouth keeper has no chance, we reckon.