no hands!
Pele once said, penalty kicks are a cowardly way to win.
Update: Zidane just lost his f**king mind. That was totally uncalled for bs. France deserves to lose. This is disgrace that this is how he's going to retire out of this.
World cup final, watching it in the hotel bed. I should be working but there's some shit you have to take a break for - like moon landings or presidential elections or sex, which also seem to happen every four years. I'm rooting for France. Jimmy Lavelle, the man who is The Album Leaf, is rooting for Italy as he's got a lot of Sicilian going on. So last night I told him I was rooting for France, putain. And he told me I can cry on his shoulder when Italy kick their asses. See, I'm forming a relationship with the artist. Smack talk: bonding men since the dawn of time.
So why France? I lived in Europe for eight years, and in 98 I watched their matches because a lot of their players were on my favorite teams in the English premiership - except for their monumental goal keeper, Fabienne Barthez. The Bhudda headed keeper tends goal like Al Gore hates global warming. And there was an extra little thing going on - a lot of French people didn't believe in their team, with political commentary running that there's no way a multicultural team made of so many immigrants would ever bring the nation glory. Zidane is Algerian (like my other favorite football player, Camus). I like underdogs, even more so when an issue is made of their race. And one other thing: people in Paris were some of the kindest, least snobby Europeans I ever met. It's different for everyone.
It's a pity that we never got to see Eric Cantona play for the French national team. He was the Man United (England's version of the Yankees) captain who reminds me why I like soccer players: he did abstract paintings, and his hero was Rimbaud. Add to that this incredible footage where Eric launches a pretty good flying kick at an abusive fan. This led to a press conference where Cantona said only this, slowly "When the seagulls... follow the trawler... it's because they think... sardines will be thrown into the sea." Cantona also got in a bit of trouble for bitch slapping someone who had the temerity to make racial insults to another teammate.
Well here we are in the 88th minute, tied. France have a habit of miraculously scoring goals right about now. Either that or I'll be crying on musician shoulder's friend while he kidney punches me. I wish this would happen more than every four years.
Update: Zidane just lost his f**king mind. That was totally uncalled for bs. France deserves to lose. This is disgrace that this is how he's going to retire out of this.
World cup final, watching it in the hotel bed. I should be working but there's some shit you have to take a break for - like moon landings or presidential elections or sex, which also seem to happen every four years. I'm rooting for France. Jimmy Lavelle, the man who is The Album Leaf, is rooting for Italy as he's got a lot of Sicilian going on. So last night I told him I was rooting for France, putain. And he told me I can cry on his shoulder when Italy kick their asses. See, I'm forming a relationship with the artist. Smack talk: bonding men since the dawn of time.
So why France? I lived in Europe for eight years, and in 98 I watched their matches because a lot of their players were on my favorite teams in the English premiership - except for their monumental goal keeper, Fabienne Barthez. The Bhudda headed keeper tends goal like Al Gore hates global warming. And there was an extra little thing going on - a lot of French people didn't believe in their team, with political commentary running that there's no way a multicultural team made of so many immigrants would ever bring the nation glory. Zidane is Algerian (like my other favorite football player, Camus). I like underdogs, even more so when an issue is made of their race. And one other thing: people in Paris were some of the kindest, least snobby Europeans I ever met. It's different for everyone.
It's a pity that we never got to see Eric Cantona play for the French national team. He was the Man United (England's version of the Yankees) captain who reminds me why I like soccer players: he did abstract paintings, and his hero was Rimbaud. Add to that this incredible footage where Eric launches a pretty good flying kick at an abusive fan. This led to a press conference where Cantona said only this, slowly "When the seagulls... follow the trawler... it's because they think... sardines will be thrown into the sea." Cantona also got in a bit of trouble for bitch slapping someone who had the temerity to make racial insults to another teammate.
Well here we are in the 88th minute, tied. France have a habit of miraculously scoring goals right about now. Either that or I'll be crying on musician shoulder's friend while he kidney punches me. I wish this would happen more than every four years.
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