HELLO PAMELA JAZZ! TALKING TO YOU MADE MY DAY TODAY :):):)<3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GN2kpBoFs4&feature=related
is exactly what I want to tell you, urge you and then remind you. All of you. (Edit: not literally la wahlau.)

"Nine; everything started 2 years and 13 days ago, scoring the goal against Germany. He made us dream, he made us believe, and for that we have won this cup. Fernando!"

FRAGILE BOY


WILL BECOME STRONG BOY AGAIN, AS WILL I!



WATCH AND LEARN, BITCHES!

Ah. gif fail.

Campeones Campeones Ole Ole Ole!

Hello there! My name is Yi Ming and I'm a suffering, and sure as hell not recovering, WC addict. Wow... I've got to start thinking about something else other than the WC. What's that? Oh right, club football. It's transferr seasonnn!

That's right Torres, you go ahead and brandish that Liverpool scarf from Soccer City all the way to Madrid! Be off Chelsea! Nando's rosy freckles will only sparkle in Liverpool red. He'll never don no blue kit, especially not one which clashes with his skin tone, PAH! And Fernando Jose Torres Sanz, you had better not be teasing me with this display of loyalty! Don't you do a Michael Owen me, I still haven't adjusted to seeing him in the absolutely wrong shade of red. But in truth I fear that your woeful WC performance/new & old injuries may leave you no choice but to stay right where you are.

And a little later, Cesc was manhandled into a Barca jersey. Yeah, because he so enjoyed the relationship he developed with the Spanish bench that he wishes to have a go at sitting on Barca's as well. Oh wait, I forget! Same bench! What good money I would pay to see the veins in Wenger's face pop at the sight of this.



Here is Reina presenting the campeones to Madrid. As if any introduction is needed at all! I'll bet the Spanish people know their team better than they do their own refections. One by one the names were hiphipHOORAYED! IkerCASILLAS! (O no someone pointed out that I like him because he looks like a little boy. I think that might be right. After Iniesta's goal he was bawling like a kid o_o) RaulALBIOL! GerardPIQUE! CarlosMARCHENA! (who frankly entertained me more than the match itself when he fancied himself second linesman HAHA!) CarlesPUYOL! AndresINIESTA! DavidVILLA! XabiHERNANDEZ! (Who had 669 passes this tournament, 6 more than the entire NZ team, is he crazy or what?) FernandoTORRES! (Why did they not cut to him like they did the rest HMPH!) CescFABREGAS! (thefutureofBARCA! thefutureofSPAIN!) Can't watch this without a smile! :)



Now this picture is supposed to make me grin myself silly but see if you can spot what makes me feel really sad.



Look at who is outside of these celebrations, who cannot help but feel his dismal performance disqualifies him from being part of the victory, who cannot really smile properly for fear that he's just racked up another career threatening injury? :( In all the pictures and videos of them partying, he smiles, he sings but just not like THAT (see below), you know?



(I swear Pepe is a Spanish Hitler, just look at the way he rouses the crowd. C'mon, he manages to even get dusty old Luis Aragones in on the action! I just can't get enough of these euro08 celebrations. I just keep hitting replay replay replay. The Spanish team are so adorable I want to adopt them all and give them each a daily cheek squeeze!)

Chin up, my dear Nando, I have two words for you: Roger Federer! Or Alexander Popov. Uh HP Phoenix? Aha, DIEGO FORLAN. And because I really want to cheer you up I would even say Miroslav Klose. Love ya el nino, YNWA etc. etc., you hear? I know you're gonna rise above all this, because good things happen to good people, and you are an angel, so just keep calm and have faith.

I will try to make this my last WC2010 post. Looking forward, here's Lula with the newly unveiled emblem for WC2014. I do wonder what that bit of red is doing in there. Last I checked, the Brazilian national colours are yellow, green and blue right?



Anywhow, I implore you to come back Scolari. Brazil should no longer have to win despite their coach (Kleberson for Ronaldhino? Bastos as fullback? REALLY DUNGA??? Why not just have Julio Cesar as striker and oh i don't know Lula replace Luis Fabiano huh?) and instead start winning with a little help from their coach.

Alright last one before I tie myself to my bed and go cold turkey on this wc frenzy. I really need to curb this tendency to go rabid crazy over things. Here's Act One of Schweinski, the blockbuster bromance that will sink the Titanic again and again. LEONARDO WHO?

http://community.livejournal.com/ontd_football/2481845.html

And this could be the movie poster:



Hey, even non-Germany supporters cannot get enough of Schweinski; what's more, this one's playing to the tune of Taylor Swift's Love Story!!! Can anyone say TAYLOR MADE FOR ME??

Well goodbye then. TFTM.

The WC final was far from perfect but it was for me a generally satisfactory second-best scenario since ultimately, good prevailed over evil (see above pic, haha). Ref was a tad too card happy but perhaps that's exactly what is needed to deal with a team that's come to wrestle rather than football. Sure, Spain weren't squeaky clean themselves but on important occasions such as this, you sometimes have to fight fire with fire. Villa wouldn't wake from his nap even after 100 mins of me yelling at him and Torres did some mysterious things on the field (This inexplicable behaviour is so worryingly remniscent of Ronaldo's 1999-2000 season at Inter when he was having knee trouble. For his sake I hope the second self collapse was nothing more than professional timewasting for I do so hate seeing the gifted go down), meaning that The Neds had the better opportunities of the match but Saint Iker ensured that it would be gentle Iniesta instead of crooked Robben gracing front pages everywhere - THANK GOD! I cannot think of anyone - besides maybe Xavi - who deserves more credit than Iniesta for steering the Spanish to victory in this WC. And at the end when Pepe, who was quite cruelly denied any contact with the Jabulani purely because of brilliance from Casillas and not his own lack thereof, once again whipped out the daughter that I've watched growing up on his shoulders, I think I almost teared. So the Spanish are campeones but now let's get serious shall we? Brazil 2014 ftw!!!

- - - I JUST SAW THIS, CASILLAS IS TOO CUTE.



The subtitles missed out the best part. When he gets all choked up, she says never mind, let's talk about the match. And he says, "no I kiss you, (kisses her) I leave (leaves)." Guys, I've got the answer to the deep deep question I've been pondering over this whole month: Casillas over Torres.

It's a quiet Sunday. Nowadays all I feel is tired. I can hardly last a night out without wanting to sink into depths deeper than what my bed could ever offer. It's probably partly the world cup since I've always found sleeping late to give less returns per hour than sleeping early. And there's also the swimming which I'm pleased to say has begun once again :) But physically my body is noticeably changing at terrifying rates. For a few weeks now I've had sharp pains shooting up my back as I sneezed and you all know how many can come before I'm finally all sneezed out. Right now I'm sitting at a perfect 90 degrees because any other angle gives stress to my back. And ok I anticipate all the tired c'mon looks that I get but I swear I have back fat! So it is true then, I will not be young forever. A girl can hope until she faces incontrovertible, and sadly also irreversible, proof.

WC Final! I oh so fervently pray for Spain to roll over The Netherlands, who wrestled a much undeserved place in the finals the only way they know how - in typical low-down fashion, through cheap tricks and theatrics, through pure unadulterated indespicability (because words can be invented in cases of absolute necessity). Listen up Oranje, if you should win today in the same manner, first: shame on you, second: you should no longer be allowed to keep a football team in the same way that the Germans are not allowed to have an army. In the name of beautiful football, let the flowing passes which bring to mind sweet babbling brooks prevail over mechanical results football, let the Spanish be reminded of what unselfish, team football did for them in euro08 (villa: 5 goals, 1 assist, not cool; pedro: 0 goals, ought to have 1 assist for unmarked torres in the last game, even worse), let many a Robben near-death experience on the pitch not fool the referee, and for goodness's sake debench Fernando Adonis Torres because even without his scoring boots, his mere presence on the field will generate Fear of nuclear proportions and make the Dutch self destruct in a bundle of nerves. After all, Villa only had so much space to score his 5 goals because defenders were all tied up in Nando's shoelaces. Of course, most importantly, Torres is beautiful football.

I leave you with a man who was not deemed good enough to make the Brazilian team this year, the lethal dead ball legend who takes free kicks better than one would a penalty (at any rate better than Villa, Poldi, Alonso, Gyan, to name but a few miserable penalty takers at this world cup). I love how after he inevitably scores, the keeper simply scoops up the ball and resumes play like nothing out of the ordinary has happened, and indeed, nothing has. It's also fun to see how opposing teams are so cautious about not fouling his team mates anywhere within 40m of the goal because when he's playing, foul = free goal. It's because people like him exist that I find this world cup - dare I say it - rather boring. Why is Juninho not more famous? Oh that's right, because he is run-of-the-mill by Brazilian standards. Had he been Italian Spanish French Portugese, he would be their superstar. IN CONCLUSION I maintain that every football fan is a Brazilian fan and that only Brazilians play real football.

Someone in a movie said that although life isn't just, it's still good. I think I can wrap my head around that idea a little better now than I could when I first encountered it. An entire thesis entitled "On injustice" could well be written on this world cup (or on a sidenote, "On investing everything into things not even remotely related to our own lives"); still, it's never enough to make me have the heart to stop watching, to boycott in self-righteousness. In my real life too, I have my fair share of what I would do and put right as king of the world, but regardless of all of that, and I suspect that even if a lot more shit should follow, life undoubtedly remains good and to be cherished. It appears new evidence has emerged to support the theory that committing suicide is contagious, I can only hope that living life properly is as well. I have suspected for a long long time that I've been growing stupider but no, today, and it just took the perfect weather and the right song playing for everything to click, I am plenty clear that I am moving forward. I am making an effort to write again because my gut tells me that it'll help. We shall see.

I still can't get over how much I love this performance and how much it makes me feel. I kind of like it that I still find myself so inevitably in love with the same people and the same old things. Because if I am to be anything at all, I am faithful.



Don't talk, don't say a thing (very apt gushing, knee buckling, whole self collapsing sound), cause your eyes they tell me more than your words. Don't go, don't leave me now, cause they say the best way out is through. I am on short on words, knowing what's occurred. She begins to leave, cause of me her bag is now much heavier. I wish that I could carry her but this is our ungodly hour (x 10 000). Electric guitar woohoo.

From my new favourite footballing guru:



This song has gotten me through many a tough football time. And I'm a Liverpool fan, so my pain runs deep. Let's all get drunk and talk about how much we love each other. Hug time now.