I just sat through as much as I can stand of the Spain/Who-the-fuck-ever soccer game.
What a fucking joke.
There was a goal scored. Wait. No, there wasn’t. Evidently, the scorer was closer to the goal than the defender. Offside.
What. The. Fuck. ?
Ain’t that the idea? Otherwise, you could just leave your defenders at midfield, and every game would end in a 0-0 tie.
90% of the game I watched was played in What-the-fuck’s end. The closest any kick came was 3 feet from the goal.
A FUCKING GOAL YOU COULD PARK A BUS IN!!!
Then, Spain had a free kick. Evidently, that means free to kick it to Whatthefuck.
Then, there was what I’d call a breakaway. The guy is 25 yards from the goal. He kicks it.
Misses the goal by at leat 25 feet high.
They get paid for doing this? Ridiculous.
During the time I endured this faux sport, 25% of the time, whenever a player from one team touched the ball, there was a 25% chance that the other team would touch it next.
For Christ’s Sake, they couldn’t even throw it to their own team!
Two hands on the ball, throw it. To the other guys half the time. Yeah, that’s a sport.
As best as I can tell, scoring takes take a person on one team kicking the ball, and then someone on the other team doing something monumentally stupid to let the ball reach an area the size of the Grand Canyon.
Then, there’s two guys going for the ball. They “touch” each other. One falls down and writhes.
Replay shows he ws never touched at all.
Pussy.
Regardless. Free kick.
Zoom. Misses the goal by 10 yards.
I couldn’t watch anymore.
What a fucking joke.