Well done Italy and France. As long as Portugal didn't make it to the Final, you had to feel it to be a classic. Being completely neutral...it's a tough choice but I'm going with France if only because they maintain the upright position more than the Italians, except for Henry's face-grab against Spain. Let's hope for the mostly positive football we've seen recently. C'mon Quality!
OK, so I watched France dispatch Brazil in style and thought I'll support France now, and then I saw the Italians perform superbly against Germany so I thought I'll support the Italians. So it's a France Italy final and I don't know who to support. Being completely neutral...it's a tough choice but I'm going with France if only because they maintain the upright position more than the Italians, except for Henry's face-grab against Spain. Tough indeed. Here's my back-story: July of '98, my 19 year old butt crosses the pond for the first time, just in time for the semi's and finals of that year's World Cup. I spent the night France won in Eax en Provence (a small, but wild on that night town). Once France beat Brazil, I found myself, with a couple of friends, dancing around a giant fountain in a roundabout, with bottles of wine being passed around like doobies, drum circles everywhere, and little Peugot's driving at insane speeds with French Flags flying out of every window. Probably the most fun night of my life. And I have Zidane to thank for that. Then again, she who may as well go ahead and crown herself my sis-in-law was kind enough to host me and the SO in her flat this past December for far too long and with a scant rent of a bottle of Tequila and some Dr. Pepper. While there, I watched the WC draw live (via the internets), and (maybe...shit was kind of foggy) pledged some sort of allegiance to the Azzurri. So yeah. What to do, what to do? The best plan of action I've found is to buy a whole lot of meat, grill it up, keep a TV inside and pull one outside with the antenna and hope for a classic. Fan. Tas. Tic!
Ufez, you have to be shittin me.... I was vacationing in France (Eax en Provence) the night the French won the Cup, and I, too, was at a crowded fountain-roundabout celebrating. I can't testify to the exact location, but I recall older, wide-and-high buildings about, near a bridge, cars being stopped from passing by the throngs of people, and one particular car speeding off, leaving drunk fools to fall off from hanging on at 30 mph. That'd be funny if we were in the same place.
she who may as well go ahead and crown herself my sis-in-law *arches eyebrow* is there something my darling sister forgot to tell me during the drunken (well, me) post-semifinale phone conversation the other night? And IIRC, my SO got you to pledge allegiance to AS Roma (*gags a little*), but like you say, things are a bit foggy. I'm only slightly conflicted. Zidane (post WC 98) and the Azzurri (Euro 2000) are what got me hooked on footie in the first place. While I'd love to see Zidane go out in high style, the Azzurri are the first team that caused me to literally feel sick after the Euro 2000 loss. And Tuesday's game was a classic example of why I love the Azzurri - 115 minutes of nail biting and moaning culminating in (two!) orgasmic goals. I just don't feel the same about the French team - Zidane is a god and Ribery has been somewhat of a revelation, but Henry et co.? Meh. In sum: Vendetta 2006!
115 minutes of nail biting and moaning culminating in (two!) orgasmic goals. Dang, that was purty! In fact, I'd like to take this opportunity to nominate you for the the First Annual Clam Shot Award for Literary Excellence.
is there something my darling sister forgot to tell me during the drunken (well, me) post-semifinale phone conversation the other night? note to self: check email 1st, Me/SpoFi 2nd. Mwah! Love you crazy kids. And as far as I'm concerned, TBH, footie is a total metaphor for sex. Long periods of (frustrating fore) play with an occasional (or even multiple) shot to the sweet spot. :D
Long periods of (frustrating fore) play with an occasional (or even multiple) shot to the sweet spot. Frustrating? Occasional? Sounds like somebody needs to refine their technique. Football technique, of course.
First Annual Clam Shot Award for Literary Excellence. Will it be held on February 27th in honor of the worst post ever?
Frustrating? Occasional? Sounds like somebody needs to refine their technique. Yes, well, to further the shitty metaphor - even when it's bad, it's good. Maybe I should just stop digging the hole deeper now
I just don't feel the same about the French team - Zidane is a god and Ribery has been somewhat of a revelation, but Henry et co.? Meh. I'm sort of with you on that. While I like this team (and am a huge Patrick Viera fan) I am a lot less enthusiastic about them than I was the 1998 team. That was probably my all time favorite international side. It also included about 5 of my all time favorite players (Laurent Blanc, Marcel Desailly, Didier Deschamps, Emmanuel Petit and Lillian Thuram), and managed to win the World Cup without having a bona fide striker anywhere close to the lineup (Stephane Guivarc'h? Bon Dieu!). As much as Italy did a little bit to win me over last time around and I might even consider supporting them on a selective basis in the future (which I never would have done before, I always thought they were a bunch of diving pretty boys that played great defense, but forgot how to create on offense when they donned their blue shirts), I can't go there. I spent four years living, working and playing a bit of foot-ball in France, and it is my adopted second country. Allez les Blues!!! France 2-1.
I was vacationing in France (Eax en Provence) the night the French won the Cup, and I, too, was at a crowded fountain-roundabout celebrating. Okay, now that's just fucking nutty. I've no idea where my fountain was, but it's not a very large city. Hell, most of what I remember is a lot of hand drums, people yelling, passing around some 4,200 bottles of wine with god knows what else in them, and dancing with some girl in a white sports-bra. After that, it gets a little fuzzy. Hell of a fun night though!
I was watching much of the early rounds of '98 at a Club Med in the Caribbean, Grand Turks I think, so of course the crowd (watching the matches) was largely French. They were not very nice to a not very knowledgable fan and so I never support their team. Forza Azzuri! 2-0 again.