The only good thing about the game (Italy-Usa 1-1, World Cup 2006, last Saturday) was the company. I formally apologize to all my American pals who sat watching, graciously avoiding to tell us to go the fuck off, us and our team's fould play. What is wrong with team Italia? We have a damn good game in our feet, technique and a tradition in soccer that goes back to before Romolus and Remus but we don't have humility and the spirit of sacrifice anymore. We win one game, we already feel the Cup in our hands. And once we realize it ain't so, that our braggadocio has made us lose focus, we react elbowing people in the face and pulling a Robert De Niro: "Who me? ME??? (hands thrown in the air, disbelief on our faces). I canNOT believe he actually thinks I deliberately broke his nose... "
Pookalu, way into second half: "Is that another Italian being carried out on a stretcher? ANOTHER one?". Yup. Don't we just love drama. Come ON guys, we could be kings of the world(cup) if we wanted to.
'Nuff said. So, to a 4-days long b/day celebration: two nights of jazz (I have two words for you: GUILLERMO KLEIN, oh man!), one night of Indian razzmatazz and one long hot day of Summer soccer. Thank you all for coming out!
(memorable quotes: "So you're turning 40 minus what?". "10 Italians=9 Americans")
1 comment:
hey, was it worth it for the scoring on your own team
i don't know.
but damn, i gotta give the EYE talians a standing ovation for perfect injury performance!
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