You know why Americans hate soccer?
In our sports, you get helped off the field when you get injured, because you’re actually hurt. You don’t fake a goddamned injury so you can get someone else off the field. I saw some American dude pull a Shakespeare in that game against Mexico. Fucker oughta have someone throw baseball bats at him until the pansy learns how to throw back. Let’s just make it crystal clear right now: Real Americans don’t fake fucking injuries, unless you’re doing that thing that Ali did against Foreman that time in Africa, which was pretty cool.
Fuck that shit, says this Merkin. Like I’ve said before, it may be revolving billboards to you non-Merkins, but you can’t fake a goddamned Darlington Stripe. Welcome to America. Now stand up and get your ass kicked like a man–or woman, as the case may be.
Now, we’re gonna kick the world’s ass in this pussy sport, just to show that we can. And about the time the cheering stops, in forty-eight hours or so, we’ll forget the whole thing and start paying attention to what’s important, like how Spurrier is going to adjust to coaching in the pros. Because we’re not pussies.
Pussies fake injuries. Countries that love soccer fake injuries. Saddam Hussein pulled a Shakespeare. Sadat and Assad pulled a Shakespeare. The North Koreans pulled a Shakespeare. Arafat pulled a Shakespeare. Osama bin Laden is pulling a Shakespeare. Pussy countries and international terrorists fake injuries like my girlfriends fake orgasms. And they all love soccer. Pussies.
You just know them fucking Commies over there in Russia are pulling a Shakespeare, too. They’re just getting us to drop our guard, and then BOOM, we’ll be playing soccer while wearing Jordache jeans in unheated apartments, faster than shit through a goose. Did you know those commie bastards are still teaching our children how to play this unmasculine sport? Next they’ll be fucking with our water supply.
Show me a country which has a national sport that rewards someone for pretending s/he’s hurt, and I’ll show you a nation that either needs its ass kicked or needs bailing out by the motherfuckers who know how to use their hands–us, as in U.S.
So fuck soccer. And don’t call me an asshole, either. We have nukes, and we’re the only country in the world not afraid to use them. Try faking an injury after I unload ten thousand megatons of whoop-ass on you tap-dancing waifs.
(But go America in the quarter-finals–woooo! We love winners, too.)