Regarding the revealingness of post-goal celebrations, I wouldn’t say that the more subdued the celebration, the closer to insanity. Because I can imagine myself there, on the world stage, and scoring, and perhaps because I’m such a hot player, I kind of expect it. Or I react so quickly, I am able to tone it down and so reveal my utter, utter coolness. Still, Zinedane’s placid display will surely be the last of the finals.
My prediction: whoever scores in the semis will be accosted by their team mates. First beset upon. Jumped upon. Smothered. They’ll crush the air out of him, then tear his clothes off and hoist them skyward, in the manner of days of yore. Content with their fill, and spent, they’ll return to the game. Meanwhile, our poor scorer will have nothing to wear. Shrinkage will inevitably follow, followed by borrowing of Olivar Kahn’s garb, even if it’s someone from the Portugal-France game.
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What can I say....spent, days of yore...it bears all the hallmarks, and greasemarks of a conversation at the fringes of Petersham oval. The fringes, that if we are not careful, could one day consume us all - for two months.
Sports portfolios - they are the new black. I myself only support one team to the full extent of my abilities - Seattle Flame. They are perineal favourites to take the championship trophy. Actually, I've never seen them.
I am extremely disappointed in Germany's loss, mainly because I can't stand watching the Italian team. Someone needs to crush them. My tip: Sven G Errikkssonn will oust Portugeuse coach Big Fil through a series of brilliant maneouvers off the field, then take his place with millions watching. Showing form unseen since he was first hired by England, he will orchestrate an end for Italy not seen since Berlusconi acquired his 17th TV station.
Perineal favourites, full extent, two months. You've really hit the hammer on the head with a nail, my friend.
Your quip about SG Ericcson Mobiles brings to mind our Seaman discussions from four years ago.
[has to be in voice of Martin Tyler]
"Hang on a minute, that looks like David Seaman - on the bench of the Spanish national team! Well, in all my days of calling football matches I can honestly say I've never seen anything like this before. Yes, that's definitely him, his trademark ponytail is unmistakeable. Now I've seen everything."
I think when SG takes over, it should be via a stealthy approach, then a quick punch in the guts. The rest of the coaching staff and players will be so shocked, and of course won over by this show of brute force, that they'll all play out of their epidermises.
I'm afraid Italy will beat France, although I've been afraid and wrong before. Euro 2000 comes to mind. My tip is for Gattuso and Thuram to become engaged in a heated exchange - of seashells.
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