waiting for results..
after Brasil got beaten by France, i wasn't in the mood anymore to watch the World Cup games.
i was so anticipating the French to get beaten, what with the bad memory of them beating Brazil in the finals of the Coup de Monde 1998. i watched that game in the middle of the night and was reduced to tears before the sun came up. i thought this year was going to be payback time, especially since Ronaldo has been doing so well in the past games, even beating the record of the most number of goals scored during the World Cup.
i haven't even seen the replay of the 1-0 loss this time around and already i get teary-eyed just talking about it.
Ronaldinho was a disappointment. i'm not surprised that his statue somewhere in Brazil has been burnt by the locals.
now i want Portugal to kick French ass in the semifinals tonight. besides, after seeing that dirty dirty game versus Netherlands, i suddenly developed a liking for Deco, Tiago and Cristiano Ronaldo. i've always liked Luis Figo, if only because he used to be with Real Madrid. with Italy winning over the host nation, Germany, the final game will prove to be a very pretty one.. imagine those Italians and Portuguese darling boys running over each other for ball control.. Bellissima!
* * *
yeah. CRAP.
France just keeps on breaking your heart.
now hopefully the finals will be the Portuguese:
versus the Italians:
hmm. they all look like escorts. very yummy escorts. *giggles*
and lastly:
i don't care if you're way past your prime, I STILL LOVE YOUUU!
Pippo Inzaghi scoring during an early match versus the Czech Republic.
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alright already.
fuke niyo may asin. futa le france.
the sight of little boys crying just breaks my heart.
and yes, Barthez, you rock.
there's something about grown men from opposing teams hugging each other after a make-or-break game. or maybe it's just because these two team captains used to be teammates in Real Madrid. but seriously.. isn't Zidane becoming skinnier and skinnier every season?!
UPDATE on July 6, 1856h:
sometime around 3am earlier today, i found myself walking to Pan Pacific Hotel to catch the live telecast of the France vs Portugal match. i was with an officemate and in the Sports World viewing area, we were the only supporters for Portugal. i think the French men behind me wanted to slap me whenever i'd hoot for C. Ronaldo to score.
of course, we all know how that ended.
*sigh*
alright Zidane, you win again.
"bastard. let's see how the finals turn out." iza mutters.
ahem.
i'm so screaming for Italy this Sunday night. join me and my friend at the National Sports Grill in Greenbelt.
ps: so sue me for being late, but can i just say that Mozilla Firefox is a total life and sanity saver!!!
i was so anticipating the French to get beaten, what with the bad memory of them beating Brazil in the finals of the Coup de Monde 1998. i watched that game in the middle of the night and was reduced to tears before the sun came up. i thought this year was going to be payback time, especially since Ronaldo has been doing so well in the past games, even beating the record of the most number of goals scored during the World Cup.
i haven't even seen the replay of the 1-0 loss this time around and already i get teary-eyed just talking about it.
Ronaldinho was a disappointment. i'm not surprised that his statue somewhere in Brazil has been burnt by the locals.
now i want Portugal to kick French ass in the semifinals tonight. besides, after seeing that dirty dirty game versus Netherlands, i suddenly developed a liking for Deco, Tiago and Cristiano Ronaldo. i've always liked Luis Figo, if only because he used to be with Real Madrid. with Italy winning over the host nation, Germany, the final game will prove to be a very pretty one.. imagine those Italians and Portuguese darling boys running over each other for ball control.. Bellissima!
* * *
yeah. CRAP.
France just keeps on breaking your heart.
now hopefully the finals will be the Portuguese:
versus the Italians:
hmm. they all look like escorts. very yummy escorts. *giggles*
and lastly:
i don't care if you're way past your prime, I STILL LOVE YOUUU!
Pippo Inzaghi scoring during an early match versus the Czech Republic.
* * *
alright already.
fuke niyo may asin. futa le france.
the sight of little boys crying just breaks my heart.
and yes, Barthez, you rock.
there's something about grown men from opposing teams hugging each other after a make-or-break game. or maybe it's just because these two team captains used to be teammates in Real Madrid. but seriously.. isn't Zidane becoming skinnier and skinnier every season?!
UPDATE on July 6, 1856h:
sometime around 3am earlier today, i found myself walking to Pan Pacific Hotel to catch the live telecast of the France vs Portugal match. i was with an officemate and in the Sports World viewing area, we were the only supporters for Portugal. i think the French men behind me wanted to slap me whenever i'd hoot for C. Ronaldo to score.
of course, we all know how that ended.
*sigh*
alright Zidane, you win again.
"bastard. let's see how the finals turn out." iza mutters.
ahem.
i'm so screaming for Italy this Sunday night. join me and my friend at the National Sports Grill in Greenbelt.
ps: so sue me for being late, but can i just say that Mozilla Firefox is a total life and sanity saver!!!