Ok, what to do? If I root for Portugal the French will win and if I root for France then Portugal will win. I want Portugal to win but I just get myself to root for the Frogs. Hmmmmmm. huh. oh. forgetabou'it.
We're in Paris, so I'm rooting for France. And jk3, we were here yesterday on the 4th, and since France did help us out back when we needed it to become a nation, I figure we can cheer for them vs. Portugal. What did the Portugese ever do to help us, anyway?
The atmosphere in Paris is electric, 90 minutes before the start! My daughter (16) is cheering for Portugal because young Rinaldo is so "gorgeous". Oy. I thought Italy deserved the win last night after how they played, and really I won't mind if Portugal win if they play better than France, but the city will be a ton more fun tonight if they win! Allez Les Bleus.
What I did on my summer holiday
By Theo Walcott Esq aged 8½
I went to a place called Germany with my Uncle Sven and some other grown ups. It is a country in Europe where a bad man called Adolf used to live with his nazties, he does not live there anymore, Uncle Owen does live there, and the grown ups say I can't talk about the bad man as it will make Uncle Owen cry if I do. In Germany there are lots of castles and some mountains. We are staying in a place called Baden Baden that's a silly name, Uncle Frank has the same name as his dad, that's silly too, his mum must get their underpants mixed up all the time.
On the aeroplane Uncle Sol sat next to me, he got me some toffee and wants to be my friend, he works at the place where I do my YTS, so does Uncle Freddy but him and Uncle Sol are not best friends anymore.
Uncle Owen met us at the airport, he talks foreign, Uncle Wayne, Uncle Steven, Uncle Jamie and Uncle David also talk funny. My mum says Uncle David talks like Orville, he is a duck, Uncle Sol says Uncle David wears dresses and knickers, and asked me if I had ever worn them. Uncle Sol got me some pop.
In Germany the grown ups are going to play football, my granddad says we beat them in the olden days before my mum was born. That is a long time ago.
While the grown ups went to play football so I went shopping with Auntie Vicky and some other girls she bought me a big ice cream and got herself a little one but she said she was full before she had eaten any and threw it away. She bought lots of shoes and handbags and let me play with Brooklyn. She says she used to be in a pop band and sang me one of her songs, I think she was telling fibs.
I told Uncle Sol about my day out with Vicky and he sulked, then he bought me an even bigger ice cream with lots of hundreds & thousands on it.
All the other grown ups have a girlfriend except Uncle Sol so he plays with me while they go out. Uncle Sven says I must keep Uncle Sol happy, that's why I got taken on holiday.
The grown ups went to play Football against somebody called Sweden, Uncle Sol was crying as Uncle Freddy played for them and would not talk to him. Uncle Sol bought me lots of toffee today and some crisps. Uncle Sven is from Sweden and I heard him on the phone to their boss last night. Uncle Michael hurt his knee and had to go home to his mum for a plaster. Uncle Peter is a giant, a proper giant like you see in books, he is rubbish at football though.
Uncle Wayne had a sore toe at the start of out holiday but it got better so they let him play football. Uncle Sol got me a present but I do not like it. He says all Germans wear leather underpants and I should while we are here, they are too tight for me.
All the grown ups started to call Uncle Wayne a potato head who stood on somebody's spuds. He got shouted at by the referee. They are all saying that we have to go home now. Uncle Sol was crying again and I had to sit on his knee to make him stop. He had his mobile phone in his pocket, I think.
Portugal was the better team. Games decided by (one) penalty kick from so close in (in such important semi-finals) tell me something is wrong in the "world's game". Especially when the "refs" are so questionable in their calls (not necessarily today's but thru the games).
Believe it or not, I'm trying, but I still can't "get it".
It was close, but France had the edge all the way through, and deserved to win.
The Portuguese were useless in front of goal (just like they'd been against England) and never looked like scoring, even with the ageing Barthez in goal. France got their goal when Henry was tripped - not the way they would have preferred, but they all count. They then did what they had to do to ensure progression to the final. Thuram, Gallas and Makalele were too strong for the Portuguese forwards. Maniche was reduced to long distance shots, which were all off target. Pauleta has yet to score in a major tournament. Henry and Ribery were always alert and threatening (though Saha looked out of his depth and almost gave it away) whilst Portugal's Figo looked tired, and C. Ronaldo was more interested in an Oscar. Big Phil's protestations were embarrassing; they were well beaten.
The only decisions by the ref which were questionable were his failure to deal with the play-acting, diving and histrionics by the Portuguese. There was no dispute over the penalty - it was a trip on Henry who was being extremely skillful just inside the box.
The bookies make France the favourites to win the Cup outright, but I'm still going with the Italians. They have just a bit more guile and their forwards will give the French defenders a hard time. It's the
Azzurri for me!
Paris was insane last night! Every "Place" I saw had firecrackers and people celebrating wildly. Cars got rocked by 10 guys at one street if they wanted to continue, but the rocking from both sides was not intended to tip over the car, just to give the revelers inside it a thrill before they were allowed to continue. Every car had flags waving, horns honking and passengers hanging out the windows. The cutest thing I saw was a family with three little kids on some parked car's hood, with one little two year old waving a French flag with a pacifier in his mouth. The whole scene was like a U.S. city celebrating New Year's Eve, a Super Bowl win and Mardi Gras all at once.
But enough about France. Italy has yet to concede a goal except for one own-goal, and their defending against Germany was so superb! If Americans cannot appreciate world class defending, then maybe the Green Bay Packers goal-line stands weren't the stuff of legends? I remember the "Ice Bowl" vs. Dallas, and it was legendary! To me, that is how Italy has defended. Canavaro has been fantastic! Any team trying to improve their defending could take a lesson. So, I think it will be Italy 2-0 over France in the final, but who knows?!? :-)
We fly home in two days. This trip has been great! I didn't even try to punch the guy who patted my daughter's bum last night, but it was tempting!
was only the semi-final. But Italy knows how to party, and they'll probably get to do it up big on Sunday. Wish I could keep our trip going and go there next, but I'll probably have some trip expenses to pay ;-) so home Saturday it is.
Thanks everybody. We'll be jet-lagged for the final, but somehow I think I'll be able to keep my eyes open. We leave tomorrow morning, and after flying to Frankfurt we go non-stop to Anchorage over the pole, arriving 20 minutes before we leave Frankfurt!! Time zone changes allow us to arrive at 11:15 am and we depart at 11:35 am, all on Saturday the 8th!
If my math is correct Roger will be landing when todays game is starting. But, it's a losers match anyway. GO Germany.
>Wayne Rooney has been handed a two-match ban by FIFA for stamping on Ricardo Carvalho in England's World Cup quarter-final defeat by Portugal. The governing body found the 20-year-old firebrand guilty of violent conduct despite the Football Association and the striker himself arguing his case.
There's a story on CNN asking can the world cup ever mean anything to Americans.
I think it's just like Australia with the Grand Prix bikes, until Wayne Gardner won a world title in 1987 you couldn't get anyone interested, then we had our version of Lance Armstrong in Mick Doohan winning five world titles during the nineties and now it's here forever.
You have have local domination to change the way they look at it, then they can cope with not being the kings any more after that but they'll need to be the champs at least once for it to happen.
Until then they have a complete slection of local sport to follow without it.