Well well well. The Young Turks did it! And the circumstances in which they did it. I'm sorry, but un-fucking-believable. There are various reports of Bosnian Muslims clashing with their Croatian neighbours in Mostar, and man, I don't really blame them.
When Klasnic scored Croatia's goal in the 119th minute, who could blame the team (and Bilic, and just about every other damn Croat in the dug out) from rushing onto the pitch like they'd won. Holy smokes. They celebrated like they'd won, and they must've really thought they had. You could imagine the Croats in Mostar, probably having a real go at the Muslim friends...and then it happened. Just while Croats in Mostar were heading off to the toilet for a piss before heading to the streets, someone scored - a little bit after the supposed 1 minute of added time. The scene is right in my head, the Croats drunk with happiness, dick in their hands, having a last-minute leak, singing away, getting ready for the real fun, when suddenly, a roar from outside the toilets. Huh? What? What?! AAAARRGGGGHHHHHH!!! The Turkey supporters rush into the toilet, shove them in back, getting Croat shoes all wet with pee... (okay, okay, I digress).
I've never seen anything like it, and it was probably written on the wall that the Croats would crumble during penalties. Poor poor dudes. I feel for them. I can't really think of an analogy right now. (Which is odd, and kinda unprecedented). Actually, no, I do have an analogy, but it'd involve quite graphic elements, unsuitable for the younger Arsewiping viewers. Let's just say it involves just about getting to the edge of ecstasy (after nearly 2 hours of sweat and hard work), really, at that moment, the cresendo, the peak, and then to have it all very very very suddenly end. Know what I mean? Friggin' painful. Physically, physiologically, emotionally, psychologically painful. Good thing Slaven Bilic's still a young guy, so he has the chance of (a) making up, or (b) being haunted by it for the rest of his long long life.
So there. Germany versus Turkey in the semis. Which suddenly brings to mind relations between the two in World War I. Which were kinda friendly, secretive, even devious. Directed against the Russians too. Hmmmm...
Looks like the Arsewiper is right - for once - on something. Less than a day after those stupid utterings about Clichy emerge, we go announce a new deal. Bloody awesome, I say. Sock it to them, conniving vultures. He was our baby in the Invincibles. Let's go see him become the giant of this new team.
The quarters have sprung "surprises" 2 for 2 so far. First Germany, the so-called surprise over Portugal, then this (which I'd earlier noted below, was something I was hoping for). My bets are on no more surprises. Holland and Spain should have witnessed the spectacles, and should be well braced for it. My money is on them not losing in normal or extra time. If it goes to penalties, however, the money should be on Russia and the Italians. Best of luck to Cesc and RVP.
Oh yeah, there's more utter revulsive crap about Ade in the news. Won't even bother. Let's just say there's talk of him reuniting with his best mate, his dance partner, his mentor, Thierry Henry at Barca. I don't think Henry would've played a role in prying him away. At least I hope not. Give it one more week, we'll sign someone and the day after, Ade can go away happily to his bigger paycheck.
I smell a lemon in Catalonia...
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