First off, this one goes out to all out there at the office. You know who you are.
You know, there's nothing quite like watching a football game with your friends at the office. Better yet if they're all women. You bet. The questions, comments, suggestions - just out of this world, man:
"Do you think they'd be allowed to wear a watch?"
"Er...why the heck would they want to wear a watch?"
"Well, it were me, I'd like really want to know how much time there is left to play..."
Mmmm. Yes.
"Hey, he's a cutie..."
"Hmm. Yes. That's Carlos Vela. Plays for Arsenal too."
"Ahhhh......"
"Oohh...why's his shirt so tight??"
Anyway, you get the drift. Well, at least there was the added commentary, which helped mitigate against those vuvuzuelas and the French commentary. I think I could tolerate the "attention!", "attention!" every other 2 minutes, or the "corNERRRs", but the vuvuzuelas... What can you say. There's been enough said about it, and FIFA have decided they're here to stay. Maybe one option is to use the mute button as we all know, and then turn on the radio. Methinks the radio commentary would probably tune out a little bit more of those damn giant mosquitoes.
As for the match itself. Typical opening match between two not-so-big-favourites. Ultimately content with one point. Mexico clearly should been at least two up by half time; and of course, somewhere along the line after Mexico's relentless pressure, smart-ass Arsewiper tells his lady colleagues at the office: "Just you watch. South Africa's going to score..."
And so they did. Mexico comes out after half time a totally different crap team, and South Africa are made to look that much better. I mean, Tshabalala scored. You gotta love his name, if not the team. Tshabalala! It's just so Shanana. Would've loved listening to the South African commentary at this point... "TSHABALALA! TSHABALALA! TSHABALALA! TSHABALALA!"
Anyhows, Mexico look crapper and crapper as the game goes by, not doing very much with their possession, and off goes Vela for his grandfather, Blanco. Poor geriatric dude. (By now, the added female commentary's on how geriatric Blanco looks compared to Giovani Dos Santos).
So despite the odds, I'm willing Mexico on at this point. Yeah, I don't think on the night South Africa would've deserved the 3 points. And their goal celebrations were, to say the least, just the type of celebrations that would look extra stupid after conceding an equaliser. Guess who equalises then? I actually did a "yay!!", only to realise that it was Rafael Marquez. Damn Barca Marquez. My hex on all things Barca this World Cup didn't last long then, did it?
All in all, a rather ordinary match that was. Not the best standard of play, rather ordinary, slow pitch and some pretty bad defending - see the chance where MPHELA (capitalised for Mphasis) strolls past two Mexican defenders chasing for a long ball, gets his toe to it, only to hit the post.
Not impressed by either. The Arsewiper had predicted South Africa/Uruguary to get through from Group A. Will have to watch that review my rather biased prediction. Let's see.
Ciao ciao.
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