In all honesty, a small part of me wanted to see Korea "DPR" score a goal. An even smaller (and more secret) part of me wanted them to win the game. It's not that I like North Korea or that I hate the Portugal, it's that I hate Cristiano Ronaldo. A master diver, this man-diva is a true thespian on the soccer field--falling to the ground at the slightest tackle and holding his Achilles Tendon as if it was being ripped from his ever-so-tender heel. As he molds his face to mimic true agony, he often takes peeks to confirm the camera is still on him, further delaying the game and pissing off fans who paid good money to watch soccer not theatre . When he finally gets his free kick, he hops to his feet completely cured of all physical ailments. I swear, it's ghost magic. I'd like to see him get in a really fight: spit on him funny and he might convince you he's broken an arm.
Ok, I'm done now.
Back to the game--despite my cited hatred, I actually found myself cheering for the Portuguese. Credit where credit's due, they played a great offensive game. Even Cristiano received a satisfactory nod from me once--I know, right?? We had great seats this time around, fourth row in the middle section equivalent of being on the 35-yard line, which made it more fun to watch the goals in action! However, the one bad element to this game was the rain. Wow, it was wet…and cold! It didn't help that our seats were so far forward that we were getting drenched.
At halftime, Jeff and I went looking for something warm to drink. Hark! A hot chocolate stand in the corner! The line wasn't too bad so we waited…and waited…and waited. From the tv in the gift shop we could see that game had started again, but the drinks were so close! Then something happened to the cappuccino machine just as the Portuguese carnage began: 1 goal, 2 goals, 3 goals in 15 minutes!
"Yeah, f*** the hot chocolate," Jeff said as he stepped out of line.
At this point, I was cursing all coffee drinkers for their selfish dependence on caffeine that was denying me my right to enjoy a hot drink at a soccer match…but I still waited in line. Finally, with chocolate in hand, I rushed back to my seat to catch not one, not two, but three more goals by Portugal.
O.Ver.Kill.
We all agreed that a score like that deserves celebration. Late night antics? Yes, please! If you need me tonight, you can find me at Club Mercury partying with the Portuguese...
-kav
Two things to comment.
ReplyDelete1.) I have a feeling that the North Korean goalie is going to suddenly disappear if he makes it back to North Korea. Kim Jong Il can fake the match, but he won't be able to fake that. He will need to have him ... er...done.
2.) Now, Renaldo is very good looking and is a good player, but he knows it. Total turn off. After they made goal 4, everyone was celebrating...goign nuts. He was just standing over there with a smirk, like, "yeah, I did it. What? Whatchya gonna do? That's right, you can't." And he just stands there knowing he's good looking. Not for me.
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ReplyDelete1.5 hours before the real Korea plays. You better be cheering for the right team.
The amount of flopping and diving in this World Cup has sickened me, as well as the few sub-par referees who are either blind or on a power trip. Why does soccer not adopt the instant replay review? Because then everyone will see just how ridiculous they look when they take a dive and it will bruise referee's egos when they realize they've made a bad call.
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