Spain were the better team. We played the best football I’ve seen so far in this tournament. Yes, even better than Portugal. It’s almost as if Valeron and Raul were back in the squad, except our midfield engine now consists of a certain boy whiz named Fabregas, Brazilian Marcos Senna and another occasionally overly-ambitious lad named David Silva. Casillas has matured way beyond his age. He is clearly the goalkeeper of our generation and handles the ever-heavy ‘el capitano’ responsibility now, which is what everyone in Real Madrid fondly used to call Hierro and Raul. Alas, we have broken the June 22 curse.
Luca Toni was once again, a joke. Every time the ball slipped past Puyol or Ramos, he hardly posed a threat. I wonder why he’s even in the starting line-up, seeing how that moustache makes him look like a gourmet chef. Seeing Pirlo cry was pretty sad though. After all, he is a Milan player and part of the Rossoneri. But I trust Kaka to do the consoling and invite him over for tea and scones while they talk about their sons. I must say, however, that Torres was pretty quiet last night and I realise now, that if he puts on a bit of blush, he can potentially look like a court jester. Also, if you add colourful bands to his hair while he keeps his wrist band on, he will be transformed instantaneously into a raver. One hell of a sexy one. Oooh yeah!
Anyway, we’ll be meeting Russia and the annoying cunt Hiddink in the semis. That asshole will surely be up to his dirty tactics again and I’m sure he’ll make the fans defend too if they had to. The ref had better not be the one we got in Korea… who disallowed a total of four legitimate goals Spain scored .Clearly, there was no offside in Morientes case but the money South Korea paid him must’ve been a hefty sum. Enough for him to probably retire and get a house in Hollywood Hills, right next to Hugh Hefner.
While I’m at it, the Turkey-Croatia game was a fast-paced spectacle to watch as well. There was never a dull moment even when it came to extra time…and the Turks managed to numb the entire Croats attack, which is something even Brazil had difficulty doing. They had only themselves to blame, however, but no one could see the equaliser coming… from a good 35 yards! That was like Kaka’s opening goal (one shall never forget things like this) at Germany. What a goal! The commentator sounded like he was about to have a heart attack.. bless his soul.
Here’s a great picture.
And I should be writing other things now but post-match commentary is always necessary in the case of football. It’s good practise, from what I have been told. Ha-ha. Except I just need to work on the biased views. Also, the school wants us to do a fashion show and the concept document is pretty amusing. Last but not least, I am going to write a book on how to combat insane-football-hours and launch it in South Africa. Contributors are welcome for all 12 chapters.
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