With the world cup on it is but obvious that my latest post be on football or soccer as folks in the united states know it ( funny, how they drive on the other side of the road , still don’t use metric and don’t know the sports name!)
I am in awe of all those strikers who choose to run the ball into the D after wonderful dribbling, enthralling 1-2’s and then when its time to deliver the killer kick- they fold up and dive, hoping that the referee would be as foolish as them and award them a penalty. Fuckers!. If only they use their brains and legs, and yes if only they have balls will they be ever able to score.
Then there is the ghastly sight of peter crouch on the pitch. Sincerely , to watch him play is disturbing…and that’s only half the story.he makes me almost gouge my eyes out everytime he scores a goal. Its difficult to see what Liverpool saw in the stick figure to sign him up and what in hell was Sven thinking when he picked up crouch for England duty?
And no crouch’ing ass you cannot dance..