Monday, June 14, 2004

It's all my fault.

Just finished watching the opening England game against France. The final result is all my fault, as I was already imagining what I was going to say at work tommorrow. I was going to talk about France giving up too easily just like in the Rugby, i was going to talk about England bringing home ANOTHER trophy this year. I was going to talk about England finally winning a major football tournament in my lifetime. And then it happened, clumsy Heskey bowls over someone and then Zidane proves that you don't need a tatoo on your neck to be one of the world's best footballers.

What's worse is that the live match time is 4.30am in the morning. I sensibly didn't get up to watch the game, and so at least my whole day wasn't spoiled. Over in Australia, the TV covers the game, but there's none of the post match analysis. Somehow after a game like that, you need to hear the comforting tones of Trevor Brooking or Gary Lineker or even heaven forbid Jimmy Hill. Without some calming football cliches from John Motson like "It's a funny old game" and "It's not over till the final whistle", we are just left to fester in our own post match depression.

Who would have thought that when the ball hit Fabien Bartez in the face when France were losing 1-0 and Brian Moore said "That will give Bartez something else to cry about" that it would actually be us crying at the end of it all. And this time, we can't even blame the strong onions.

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