This month was supposed to be frugal, to ensure that my forthcoming trip to Amsterdam with The Boy is sufficiently funded. It hasn't got off to a great start, but my argument for this is as an investment. Ahem...
So on Tuesday, I was off talking science (no, really) with someone I hadn't seen in ages. It's very difficult to teach science - in a pub - to a layperson and try not to sound like the dullest person in the world. Mind you, ScienceTalk only lasted about 30 minutes, by which time we had drunk enough to spend the next few hours until closing talking crap about boys, girls, relationships and general bollocks. Thoroughly entertaining; and I would be embarrassed, but if I was really bothered I'd have learnt to keep my gob shut by now.
Then, on Friday, I accidentally fell in to the pub with The Boy. For a swift half. Until kicking out time. And, again, we spoke bollocks (albeit without the science) and much fun was had by all. And we were inexplicably popular with the ladies (although they were very, very drunk). I got home (at midnight) to find myself in the doghouse; fortunately, I was drunk so I didn't really care. Not, perhaps, the best tactic, but... meh!
And now I've done nothing all weekend. Bliss.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
As predicted
So, England went out in a blaze of apathy, blaming everything for their failure except themselves. Although I didn't think Rooney's bollock stamping was a sending off - if I was tackled as he was, I'd kick my foot in every direction to free it, and if I tackled someone like that, I'd fully expect them to swing their boot into every available part of my anatomy to escape it - we didn't look like we were going to win it anyway.
Anyway. I have been strangely deflated by this World Cup. Nobody has grabbed the chance to prove themselves a star. Following the England game last Saturday, ITV's commentators were wanking themselves into a frenzy about France and Zidane, in particular. All I saw was an immensely talented player given the time and space to play by a woeful Brazil side who didn't seem interested. Yes, France were good; but they were allowed to be. And that has been true for much of this tournament. Many, many average teams - a limited Portugal in the semis! - abysmal sportsmanship (Ronaldo, not for the England thing, Robben, Henry. Fucking cheats), too few exciting game (exlcuding the wonderful Italy v Germany semi, the Mexico v Argentina second-round match and the WWE Royal Rumble laugh-fest Holland v Portugal) and Blatter coming up with his usual game-destroying drivel have left me wanting more. Well, there's always 2010.
There have been high points. Italy, despite a dodgy penalty versus Australia, have often been magnificant to watch. Cannavaro, in particular, has been magnificent: far and away the player of the tournament. Argentina in their pomp. Some thumping goals. Those two Swedish girls kissing.
And on a more personal note, I'll be free to not watch football in the evenings; for a while, at least. And I'm hoping that I have recovered from surgery enough to actually go out and play (albeit in goal) on Wednesday. Which could hurt, but will be worth it.
Forza Italia
Anyway. I have been strangely deflated by this World Cup. Nobody has grabbed the chance to prove themselves a star. Following the England game last Saturday, ITV's commentators were wanking themselves into a frenzy about France and Zidane, in particular. All I saw was an immensely talented player given the time and space to play by a woeful Brazil side who didn't seem interested. Yes, France were good; but they were allowed to be. And that has been true for much of this tournament. Many, many average teams - a limited Portugal in the semis! - abysmal sportsmanship (Ronaldo, not for the England thing, Robben, Henry. Fucking cheats), too few exciting game (exlcuding the wonderful Italy v Germany semi, the Mexico v Argentina second-round match and the WWE Royal Rumble laugh-fest Holland v Portugal) and Blatter coming up with his usual game-destroying drivel have left me wanting more. Well, there's always 2010.
There have been high points. Italy, despite a dodgy penalty versus Australia, have often been magnificant to watch. Cannavaro, in particular, has been magnificent: far and away the player of the tournament. Argentina in their pomp. Some thumping goals. Those two Swedish girls kissing.
And on a more personal note, I'll be free to not watch football in the evenings; for a while, at least. And I'm hoping that I have recovered from surgery enough to actually go out and play (albeit in goal) on Wednesday. Which could hurt, but will be worth it.
Forza Italia
As predicted
So, England went out in a blaze of apathy, blaming everything for their failure except themselves. Although I didn't think Rooney's bollock stamping was a sending off - if I was tackled as he was, I'd kick my foot in every direction to free it, and if I tackled someone like that, I'd fully expect them to swing their boot into every available part of my anatomy to escape it - we didn't look like we were going to win it anyway.
Anyway. I have been strangely deflated by this World Cup. Nobody has grabbed the chance to prove themselves a star. Following the England game last Saturday, ITV's commentators were wanking themselves into a frenzy about France and Zidane, in particular. All I saw was an immensely talented player given the time and space to play by a woeful Brazil side who didn't seem interested. Yes, France were good; but they were allowed to be. And that has been true for much of this tournament. Many, many average teams - a limited Portugal in the semis! - abysmal sportsmanship (Ronaldo, not for the England thing, Robben, Henry. Fucking cheats), too few exciting game (exlcuding the wonderful Italy v Germany semi, the Mexico v Argentina second-round match and the WWE Royal Rumble laugh-fest Holland v Portugal) and Blatter coming up with his usual game-destroying drivel have left me wanting more. Well, there's always 2010.
There have been high points. Italy, despite a dodgy penalty versus Australia, have often been magnificant to watch. Cannavaro, in particular, has been magnificent: far and away the player of the tournament. Argentina in their pomp. Some thumping goals. Those two Swedish girls kissing.
And on a more personal note, I'll be free to not watch football in the evenings; for a while, at least. And I'm hoping that I have recovered from surgery enough to actually go out and play (albeit in goal) on Wednesday. Which could hurt, but will be worth it.
Forza Italia
Anyway. I have been strangely deflated by this World Cup. Nobody has grabbed the chance to prove themselves a star. Following the England game last Saturday, ITV's commentators were wanking themselves into a frenzy about France and Zidane, in particular. All I saw was an immensely talented player given the time and space to play by a woeful Brazil side who didn't seem interested. Yes, France were good; but they were allowed to be. And that has been true for much of this tournament. Many, many average teams - a limited Portugal in the semis! - abysmal sportsmanship (Ronaldo, not for the England thing, Robben, Henry. Fucking cheats), too few exciting game (exlcuding the wonderful Italy v Germany semi, the Mexico v Argentina second-round match and the WWE Royal Rumble laugh-fest Holland v Portugal) and Blatter coming up with his usual game-destroying drivel have left me wanting more. Well, there's always 2010.
There have been high points. Italy, despite a dodgy penalty versus Australia, have often been magnificant to watch. Cannavaro, in particular, has been magnificent: far and away the player of the tournament. Argentina in their pomp. Some thumping goals. Those two Swedish girls kissing.
And on a more personal note, I'll be free to not watch football in the evenings; for a while, at least. And I'm hoping that I have recovered from surgery enough to actually go out and play (albeit in goal) on Wednesday. Which could hurt, but will be worth it.
Forza Italia
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