world cup-ed

Oh,come on,people.Don't start on the "You said you're not going to blog" shit.As dumb as I might be to predict a France's win,just because it's Zidane's final World Cup.OR as dumb as Zidane was yesterday to do a header to a chest rather than a ball,I'm sure you people weren't so dumb as to actually believe in what I said right?I mean,really.France's not worth the abstinence from blogging.

So yes,I'm nursing a broken heart.Italy won.But whatthehell,it ended with a penalty shootout.Stupid penalty.And it all comes down to LUCK.Bloody luck. And of course,the hope.The fallacies that good OLD Barthez is going to save the day.But of course,why would good OLD Barthez,all fumbling and tumbling,going to save the day?He never did. Only Superman saves the day.

All he could do was sit at one of the post,sad and pathetic,while the Italians run around with the Cup and all the confetti,came from don't know where,dirty the field.

Maybe it's because of his teammates forgetting to kiss his bald head for some good luck.

Speaking of bald heads,do you notice that most of the French players are bald - bald meaning,little hair or no hair at all.This is different from the Italians,who are not hairless hairful. One guy even had a ponytail.I don't remember his name,but he's the one who had his ponytail cut chopped off after Italy's win.

Now,I have nothing against long hair men,but really.That guy must have trusted his teammates too much to let them chopped his pony off.I mean,they are obviously not barbers,right.But I think he purposely keep his hair that long because he knew that the Italians are going to win,and that means a nice,memorable celebration,in the middle of the field,surrounded by everyone.And him loving all the attention.

That,or he just wanted a free haircut.

But back to bald heads,and balding,balded and bald players,I think it's a good "strategy" that they are bald.You see,bald makes people looks young.That means,even if they are old.Like good OLD Barthez,good OLD Zidane,and good OLD Thuram.ANd thou' shall be intimidated.

But well,I shall not remind you,and be reminded of what happened last night.

Just frustrating that Zidane had to lose his temper,thanks to Mr Italian Materazzi's bloody mouth.

Guess it's really time to hang the worn out boots,fading jerseys and old legs.You can't do a Superman Returns kind of comeback.

He's a great player,playmaker,captain and everything else.

But adios,Zizou.

So there you go,the end of the World Cup fever.We'll have to wait for another four years,and hopefully,hopefully that would be a little more exciting, with Ronaldo,hopefully still playing,and a lot slimmer,Ronaldinho still with that toothy smile,a lot better English team with no WAGs and thankgod no Sven, a weaker Italy team and Christiano Ronaldo still the crybaby and bad at diving.And more referees with good eyesights.

Till then,hopefully they are considering a more better prizes for winning team.Not just a medal each,a chance at holding the Cup,and some money.It's just pathetic that after all that "hardwork" with all the running and sweating,and the penalty shootouts,they are pleased that they get to finally kiss the Cup after their teammates' equally sloppy wet kisses on the poor Cup.Maybe a car?Oprah's generous.She can help.heh.

Cheers.