It Is Now
Rubbish. Absolute rubbish in the football.
Nothing amusing today. OK, there was is this one thing this morning where I went to the supermarket to buy some beer and nachos (again with the Mexican food) and I was going through my list.
Me (thinking): Beer, Pimms, nachos, dips, goat’s cheese, lemonade, strawberries.* All good. Just the ice to get. Oh - they are out of ice. There’s a member of staff, I’ll ask him.
Me: Excuse me.
Member of Staff: Hi, yes.
Me: Do you have any ice?
Member of Staff: Hmm. Ice?
Me (thinking): Yeah, you know - frozen water?
(but) Me (saying): Yes please.
Why do they do that? Why do they ask what you have just said however simple it is?
Anyway.
Did you see how well the French played? Did you see how the Brazilians weren’t hoofing the ball upfield when they were one nil down with 10 minutes left?
Did you see any of them standing around like they were selling gloves when they should have been getting stuck in? Can we please stop mentioning 1966? Can we just go to staight penalties in the next World Cup? It doesn’t matter who we play. It doesn’t matter who takes them. I’ll take one myself if you like. So what’s the deal, if I miss this and they save the next one then we’re out, yeah? I’ll be right back.
*Actually, I’m not really that posh. It’s just this list makes me look like it because we had a party and I was trying to carry off the illusion of being an exceptional host while cushioning the blow of another ugly withdrawal from world class sport.
July 2nd, 2006 at 12:05 am
Ouch.
Sorry Cliff.
July 2nd, 2006 at 11:16 am
That Rooney fella is little turd. It was sooo shite it has affected my use of the english language. I developed tourettes syndromme watching that ‘thing’ last night.
July 3rd, 2006 at 12:26 am
SOunds like Mr Rooney trod on more than just one person’s bollocks. DId he really do it on purpose?
July 3rd, 2006 at 2:26 pm
and then plonkers like Eriksson go around calling him “the golden boy of English football” and perpetuating the myth that this is no longer a team sport but revolves entirely around the gigantic potato head of someone who’s mistakenly led to believe said potato head is the centre of the universe.
seeing how well we played when he got sent off i reckon a good tactic would be to get him to have a fight in the first 5 minutes of every match, then the rest of the team can forget about hoofing long balls to him and get on with the business of winning matches.
although to be fair i really know nothing about football