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!
Yep, I have this little 14′ Aiwa telly on my desk, all the better to watch footy with, innit? And no, that don’t make a Boswell, but you gotta love the idea of watching the 3pm game while typing away, dontcha? Right, enough about me, it’s a little belated, but it’s Brazil Rant Time.
I mean, really. They put out 8 show-ponies and two carthorses, and tell them go play play football? Yes, you watched the game, you have everyone else running aimlessly all over the fecking park, and you’ve got those two miserable fat bastards Ronaldo and Adriano stuck in a 10-meter radius up front. So sad. See the enterprise young Robinho brought to the whole thing? That’s how you do it, surely they’ve learnt their lesson by now.
Ronaldo. Blimey, he’s like a beached whale he is. God I hope he does well, cos that’s not the way you wanna see anyone (unless he does a Roger Milla) end their career. Can you say “anti-climax”? And what’s up with the Michelin-man look? And, even more pertinently, is that Rooney in 8 years’ time? 🙂
I’ve also watched a few enterprising performances: Spain looked fecking good, I have to say. And Ghana played very, very well, I think if they’d shown a bit more composure in front of goal…well. And Tunisia, the (not-really-) Africans, did well to draw with Saudi, but they should have won that shit. What’s up with playing an awesome first half and then bottling the second? Are you Japan in disguise?
All in all, I’m lovin’ it. As a footnote, I have to ask my mate Andy what the hell are you doing in Frankfurt? Portugal is playing there, and there must be some top totty roaming those streets. We all hate you.