Danke!

Shoot me if you have to, because I declare myself a huge fan of Germany.

In my history books, Germany was never the good guy, not even after WWII. I know some Germans would cringe whenever people bring up the past atrocities of the war, but I totally salute the way Germany is now.

First of all, I love its football culture. Totally. I’ve seen the Germans fight for the pride of their country in World Cups ’02 and ’06, and although they were overpowered in the end by the Italians, the fighting spirit never faded. This should be the way we live our lives, to hide away our fears and go all out to pursue whatever we want.

And the hospitality of the people is just overwhelming. I might not have been there and experienced the kind hospitality of the people there, but the many chants of praise for the people of Germany just floods in. I love this.

Last but not least, the food!

World Cup Snippets

I’ve been so lazy recently, I couldn’t be bothered to bring myself to update. I couldn’t bring my fingers onto the keyboard and wax lyrical all day about the World Cup. So before I lug myself to school 15 minutes later, just a little snippets about what I think about the World Cup.

Zizou has definitely decided to ruin his retirement.
I grabbed my head when the camera replayed the head-butt scene, and that vid had never stopped playing in my head ever since 5 in the morning. What a great way to ruin his last match. Even if he’d been so furious at that Italian guy, even a dumb blonde knows that ramming your head into someone else doesn’t pay. Oh, it does, with a red card.

Good goalkeepers look scary.
Look at Italy’s Buffon and Germany’s Kahn. One has this scary smile which my younger sis is terrified of, while the other one growls and barks. Enough said.

Christiano Ronaldo-Angel and Demon
What he did to Wayne Rooney still baffles me. He’s definitely a demon in that sense, as well as a speed devil on the pitch shoulder. I guess Man Utd should consider reimbursing Ronaldo and sell him to Real Madrid, where he is rumoured to move to, lest Fergie wishes to see the two youngsters bloody noses every training session. Surprisingly, those antics of his didn’t come off during the match with Germany, or else Ballack would have knocked him flat with his 6’3 frame.

Say ‘SCHWEINSTEIGER’ 3 times
Well I tried that and, sadly, it didn’t turn out more than just gibberish. The German midfielder stole the limelight with his 2 goals and an indirect one to put Germany in 3rd placing. Maybe it’s time to stop fantasizing with the already-attached Ballack and move on to this 21-year-old hottie.

’Huh?’
That was probably the reaction from many people. Me too.
‘Hey England’s out.’
‘Huh?’
‘Brazil too.’
‘Huh?!’
‘Well, Argentina’s booted out too.’
‘…’

Okay I really need to get moving if I want to get to that 10 am Math lecture.

Kevin's gone

Kevin's gone.

World Cup 2006 Opening Match: Guys vs. Gals

Girls have all reason to watch soccer. Look, we’re not simply drooling over the likes of Michael Ballack or the not-very-young-anymore David Beckham. We DO watch how they play and pitch our comments, although not as vulgar and mindless as the guys do. Yes, I do agree that we, the girls, don’t go to the extent of memorizing which players have scored how many goals in their careers, neither can we predict the fielding of players like the guys always do (as though they’re the ones managing the team). But we (some of us, I’m afraid to say) appreciate the sport as much as the guys do. So I wonder if the guys ever change their perspectives of how girls look at soccer. I don’t really care if YOUR girlfriend or YOUR wife totally hates the game and how the guys always end up sticking their noses in the television sets, because not all girls like to drag guys by the hair away from the television whenever there’s a match. Man, I DO appreciate footie ball.

So the opening match’s shown some good play, other than the 11 fouls on each side (see! I do notice these small details!). Germany against Costa Rica, 4 to 2. Many bookies must be tearing their hair out. I love such matches, because they keep you at the edge of your seat. When the first goal came in, I smiled. When Costa Rica drew with their goal, I smiled even more. It no longer mattered to us girls if the extremely cute German captain was fielded or not (well, maybe it mattered just a little), but the game’s good, though not good enough for those who betted and lost. Haha.

I do want to catch all the other 63 matches on television (since I’m too broke to afford a ticket to fly to Germany, not to mention get into the stadium and watch sweaty blokes run after the ball), but I don’t have cable tv (which is the saddest thing in the world), plus my exams are running up soon. Yikes.

Hissy-Fit Day

I was being so much of a b***h today, throwing a hissy-fit for the entire morning. I don’t know what came over me; perhaps it’s the building pressure of the upcoming examinations, so much to revise in so little time (although I’ve covered a third of everything)… I don’t know. What about the A Level if I can’t even clear this?