poor ukraine. not only an awesome underdog world cup pick, but arguably the underdog of the entire fuckin' planet. q: what do you get when you cross hitler and stalin? a: twenty-five million dead ukrainians. jesus. they've only been their own country again for fifteen years following seven decades of soviet oppression, and things weren't much better under the tsars before that. hell, even the bastard poles had a lengthy shot at subjugating ukraine.
it would have been truly a magical (if highly unlikely) triumph if they'd gone the distance.
damn. i can't recall seeing so many grown men cry. i understand; i really wanted to see england take it all. hope was slim, tho, that their plan of playing like utter shit but constantly winning would see them through. and those three missed penalty kicks? steven gerrard and jamie carragher from my beloved liverpool get to take credit for two of those. *sigh*
wtf? whiskey tango foxtrot? i wouldn't believe it if i hadn't seen it. i saw it, and i still don't believe it. what happened?! where was the mighty brazil? ronaldinho, what have ye done? cafu? roberto? even fat old ronaldo was kicking much ass until yesterday. and why did it have to go down this way against the stinking french?!
so: with brazil taking that loss at the hands of the frog motherfuckers, i'm left with no one to cheer for now. the sleazy, treacherous eye-tyes? the cheese-eating surrender-monkeys? those goose-stepping bastards? no chance in hell, mate. and portugal's no option after they sent the poor, pasty english home.
it's been a really shitty couple of days.
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