Instead of abolishing the World Cup, let’s add some more major trophies on top of the Golden Boot and the Cup itself. This way, everyone gets a look-in.
How about “Most Blatant Dive”, perhaps coupled with the award for “Most Miraculous Recovery on seeing that the Ref isn’t Fooled for One Minute.”
Or “Best Time-Wasting When One Goal Up”?
Or even “Most Bizarre Nervous System”, which could be given to a player who, for instance, cannot distinguish between a light blow to the thigh and a cricket bat to the face, and so grabs the wrong bodily part in agony.
Oh wait, this would mean that the Brazilians would still go home with everything.
Well, except for the coveted “Fair Play” award… Well done Belgium. I guess the celebrations in Brussels must have rivalled anything in Brazil yesterday…
Yes, it is just bitterness speaking. Well done Brazil - but keep that trophy safe 'cos England will be requiring it in four years time.
My sincerest apologies to Estilicon. His scathing reply to my clumsily facetious answer to London Calling really made me sit up and take notice. You can can consider me thouroughly chastised now amigo.
Cheer up and join them! Dance thru the streets naked with feathers on your hair and back! Play the drums and sing! Forget the cold, the cold is just mental!
I’ve enjoyed the World Cup. I’m enjoying Wimbledon.
I didn’t watch the football, and I’m not watching the tennis. However, my esteemed colleagues down in the Design Department are, and while they’ve got the sport on telly, they turn their stereo down, so I can get some work done. Satisfactory arrangement all round, really.
Though I did, by chance, catch a classic exchange on the Wimbledon commentary over the weekend :-
Generic BBC commentator: I must say, err, I don’t see why the umpire stepped in to change that call…
John McEnroe, with irony as thick and heavy as battleship armour: I’ve asked the same question many times.
Not bad at all apotheosis, but if you look up vinas in the dictionary you´ll find nothing (at least I think you won’t) however you will surely find Viñas that is the plant from where we get grapes. So apotheosis learn spanish it will be easy for you.
Estilicon, several million Brazilians would celebrate even absent any reason. It seems someone in Rio, Belem or Salvador could just get up one morning and shout out his window: “hey, guys, guess what, it’s Thursday!” and there would be raucous revelry, complete with garotinhas wearing a vanishingly small amount of fabric (if any).
Oh, and yes, the Cariocas absolutely know how much it annoys the south-of-the-river gang. That only motivates them even more
I find that Mersavets’ initial response is of the highest order of British humour employing the double entendre. Argentine’s military defeat at an archeopelago named for bad vines is close enough to sour grapes to merit the award for SDMB pun of the year. And he came up with it in less than three minutes.
Now for those who believe refering to the Falklands was a low blow, I have this to say
Would London_Calling consider a reference to Medway as English for sour grapes?
Would Coldfire consider New Amsterdam as Dutch for sour grapes a low blow? Consideration for the pay phones there should be omitted.
