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Monday, July 10, 2006

not france's year

from vive la france it became viva la italia. and all because of 1 miss in the penalty shootout which wasn't even due to a goalkeeper's save. kanna sai. at first when france first scored within 5 minutes of the game, i thought there was hope. and then when italy equalised i was uncertain. and then when henry, vieria, ribery and zidane started getting substituted, things started to look kinda scary.

who asked that stupid zidane to head-butt materazzi...no doubt he was provoked, but he could've just settled the score after the match instead of throw it all away. zidane was the man i was counting on and then he goes and fouls. and the worst of it is he wasn't even allowed on field during the prize-giving.

i must admit i thought les bleus were dead meat when it had to come down to a penalty shoot-out, thanks to barthez's wonderful skills. but it turns out it was not barthez who sealed their fate. oh well.

post-match, i see thuram in tears and the azzurri kissing the cup. and then they get engulfed in what looks like pillow feathers and rolls of toilet paper falling from the sky. good way to save money eh? (kidding...i know it really wasn't feather or toilet paper material lah). and then it starts raining all of a sudden here.

well, i can't say italy didn't deserve it though. not for their match-fixing and politicking, but definitely for their star players. i'm not going to comment too much on this match because i don't know both teams that well enough so i shall stop here.

so this is the end of this year's WC. but probably not the end of late nights for me, as i'm always up late anyway. but it sure provided for good entertainment, some matches. i would've liked to have watched tonight's finals with my kakis at some mamak stall with some really big projector and a nice big cup of teh tarik in my hand, but thanks to house arrest i had to be content with the comforts of my own home. but i guess that's fine with me, considering i didn't really get into the game much this year anyway.

man...i don't even feel like sleeping now it's 6.16am. but i guess i probably will or my parents will kill me.