What? England has the worst play style out of all the superpower nations. All they do is play long-ball after long-ball. Not only does it not work, but it's pretty brutal technically. Italy on the other hand plays defense brilliantly. If all you are looking for is goals, then perhaps it is not exciting, but if you understand the game from a defenseman's perspective, it really is something amazing to watch. Long live Catenaccio!!
Love this post.
Italian kids are the only kids growing up who voluntarily want to play center back or sweeper and not striker.
Cursing in soccer is hardly new. Watch any game, and you're sure to see players uttering some choice words after missed shots, fouls or turnovers. Portuguese, Korean, Greek -- nothing gets lost in translation. But referees can't give out cards for what they think was said, and FIFA requires World Cup referees and assistants to be proficient only in English.
"At the end of the day, you don't understand half of it," former Premier League and FIFA referee Graham Barber said. "So what do you do about it? Say 'I think he swore he at me, so I sent him off?' You don't, do you?" If it's said in the referee's native language or English, however, get ready for a yellow card.
Well that doesn't seem very fair. No wonder we always lose.
Edit: changed my avatar... my posts should make more sense now.
The first game is merely hours away. I'm not as big of a fan as others on here, and even I'm feeling like it's Christmas eve or something. Really looking forward to the games.
On a sad note, one of Nelson Mandela's great-grand kids was killed in a car crash after attending a concert Thursday night. Very sad.
My parents are from South Africa, so it's a bit emotional watching the ceremonies unfold in anticipation of the opening kickoff.
On the other hand, seeing Archbishop Desmond Tutu get his groove on to a song sampling Europe's "The Final Countdown" was not what I pictured when imagining this day.
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We may curse our bad luck that it's sounds like its; who's sounds like whose; they're sounds like their (and there); and you're sounds like your. But if we are grown-ups who have been through full-time education, we have no excuse for muddling them up.
Wow, already tired of the those damn horns. Thought I would have more patience than this. Just glad they showed some respect and didn't blow them during the Mexican anthem.
