England vs Portugal World Cup
Sunday morning:
my blog clock is often wrong.
Watched the match last night with my dad and my sister.
Portugal won on penalty shoot-outs. Their goal-keeper (Ricardo?) was really good. He caught THREE of England's shots.
Rooney showed again that he's not too clever. He got himself sent off in a very unnecessary way. Stomped somewhere between a Portugal player's legs (but isn't that what you wear a jock-strap for, huh?) trying to get a ball that another guy was already kicking away. And then he shoved Ronaldo. The commentator speculated that that was why he was sent off, not for the stomping.--well, it was an accident...
Cristiano Ronaldo is a selfish _______. My sister and I noticed how he kept going for the goalpost when the England players were hot on his heels instead of just passing it to a team-mate. And he was a busybody too. Kept getting involved when the opponent's players fouled his team-mates as if he were the referee or something.
Guess what? He's the guy who was voted cutest/most good-looking by this gay magazine. (As a besides, I didn't find that list a very good idea. It's not nice to spring something so creepy on the players at such an important time of their lives. :] Just kidding.)
Match ended (90 minutes, then 30 minutes extra-time) 0-0. So it was penalty shoot-outs.
I went to bed at near 3 am in the morning. Nice match. I kind of like the type of violence you get on the field.
My dad stayed up for the Brazil vs France match. FRANCE won. 1-0. Thierry scored the winning goal.
My dad says that he's not too surprised. Said that Brazil wasn't too good even from the outset. Of course, I can't validate that he's not even the teensiest bit surprised, I was asleep, and my dad is (my mama told me this, it's not sign of my wickedness really, that I'm saying this) the type of guy who always has to be right and who likes to super-impose his OWN idea on what turns out to be the CORRECT answer so that they turn out to be EXACTLY the same. But well, yeah, I believe he was being honest about that anyway.
Oh yeah, forgot to tell you the other day, during the Germany-Argentina match, Miroslav Klose accidentally knee-d the Argentina goalie in the ribs (or stomach, didn't see it too well). He (the goalkeeper) was in a lot of pain and then he was carried off on a stretcher. My dad says that he might have broken a rib.
At times like these, I find myself caught between sympathy and detatched fascination.
Hope he's alright.
my blog clock is often wrong.
Watched the match last night with my dad and my sister.
Portugal won on penalty shoot-outs. Their goal-keeper (Ricardo?) was really good. He caught THREE of England's shots.
Rooney showed again that he's not too clever. He got himself sent off in a very unnecessary way. Stomped somewhere between a Portugal player's legs (but isn't that what you wear a jock-strap for, huh?) trying to get a ball that another guy was already kicking away. And then he shoved Ronaldo. The commentator speculated that that was why he was sent off, not for the stomping.--well, it was an accident...
Cristiano Ronaldo is a selfish _______. My sister and I noticed how he kept going for the goalpost when the England players were hot on his heels instead of just passing it to a team-mate. And he was a busybody too. Kept getting involved when the opponent's players fouled his team-mates as if he were the referee or something.
Guess what? He's the guy who was voted cutest/most good-looking by this gay magazine. (As a besides, I didn't find that list a very good idea. It's not nice to spring something so creepy on the players at such an important time of their lives. :] Just kidding.)
Match ended (90 minutes, then 30 minutes extra-time) 0-0. So it was penalty shoot-outs.
I went to bed at near 3 am in the morning. Nice match. I kind of like the type of violence you get on the field.
My dad stayed up for the Brazil vs France match. FRANCE won. 1-0. Thierry scored the winning goal.
My dad says that he's not too surprised. Said that Brazil wasn't too good even from the outset. Of course, I can't validate that he's not even the teensiest bit surprised, I was asleep, and my dad is (my mama told me this, it's not sign of my wickedness really, that I'm saying this) the type of guy who always has to be right and who likes to super-impose his OWN idea on what turns out to be the CORRECT answer so that they turn out to be EXACTLY the same. But well, yeah, I believe he was being honest about that anyway.
Oh yeah, forgot to tell you the other day, during the Germany-Argentina match, Miroslav Klose accidentally knee-d the Argentina goalie in the ribs (or stomach, didn't see it too well). He (the goalkeeper) was in a lot of pain and then he was carried off on a stretcher. My dad says that he might have broken a rib.
At times like these, I find myself caught between sympathy and detatched fascination.
Hope he's alright.
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