Wednesday, June 16, 2004
1990s: girls chuckle at the thought of watching a football match. they scratch their head and wonder how boys can be so overwhelmed and thrilled by 22 guys running after a ball and trying means and ways to get it into the net guarded by yet another player.
2004: it's the euro 2004! boys, and girls alike, are glued to the black box, even if it means losing sleep and opening their eyes wide in the wee hours of the morning. over time, soccer has evolved from a boys-only sport to a very much manipulated (not to mention going hand-in-hand with the media) one with lots of mass appeal. boys watch it to check if they've won their bets, while girls drool over the hunks of the teams. i, for one, admit to the latter. i love those televised football matches for their hunks. may i present to you arne friedrich of the german team. he's so stunning, tall and cool. i don't give a damn if he (or rather, the whole german team) plays well. all i bother is whether he appears long enough on the screen. ich liebe dich, arne friedrich! (that rhymes! haha)
anyway, just when i thought the match between arch-rivals germany and holland will end with a score of 1-0 in favour of the germans, silly-o van nistelrooy managed to get that bloody ball pass superior oliver kahn at the 81st minute, making it an equalising goal. bleahz! and he raked up past history of nazi rule in holland by the germans. what a moron! it wasn't at all kahn and co's fault that adolf hitler invaded the dutch. if he needs someone to push the blame onto, go dig hitler's grave and kick the ball onto his face.
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hush pretty pink lady ;
at 9:15 pm
