Years have gone by and I've finally learned to accept myself for who I am: a beggar for good soccer. I go about the world, hand outstretched, and in the stadiums I plead: "A pretty move, for the love of God."
And when good soccer happens, I give thanks for the miracle and I don't give a damn which team or country performs it.
-Eduardo Galeano, Soccer in Sun and Shadow
Friday, June 30, 2006
Practice! Practice! Practice!
Wow. That sucked. Really, what happened? And Germany didn't even play that well. But they had staying power, I guess. And they practiced their penalty kicks. Wish I could say something useful or insightful about the match, but I can't. Not at this moment. I'll watch it again later with Lynda (who was unable to see it) and perhaps say something positive about it. But where are my manners? Congratulations to the Teutonic Robots! You managed to pull off the win playing a rather mediocre and uninspired World Cup quarter final. Though I did like the shot of keepers Oliver Kahn and Jens Lehmann conversing right before the penalty kicks started. Very cool.
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