Monday, June 12, 2006

Ring The Bell, I Am Ivan's Bitch.

This would be a very interesting experiment. [Football + Person Who Misses Watching Football Regularly] divided by [two solid months of football + Thirst] = more beer in a weekend than I've drunk in two years. Yep, old sousy Spikey downed quite a few in celebration of the World Cup this weekend. The beautiful game brings out my inner hooligan. Perhaps we should be thankful I don't live close to any MLS teams.

Scotland didn't qualify (although we do have a representative) which means country adoption is fair game. Yesterday, in the confines of an extremely nice Mexican restaurant, la famille Nez were Mexicans. Although if you ask four year old Spikette, we were supporting "Amexica". (Not too vague a description for the twangy-accented white bloke serving our tacos.) Awesome game - when we arrived at the restaurant, the game was 20 minutes in and even the Mexican staff were less than interested at the nil-all score. "It's a slow game" one of them told me. There was, surprisingly, little celebration when Mexico slid one in the 27th minute. Perhaps because victory was expected. When Iran equalised (IRAN for Gawd's sakes!) eight minutes later, the atmosphere tightened up. It's the first game, it's less important to win because there's catch-up time, but still... Iran. This must be how Brazil felt when they were one nil down against Scotland in the 98 opener. (¡Escocia, para el amor de Dios!) The funny thing about the first half was that it wasn't a very entertaining game. It was high school football grade. Midfield scrapping, shots at goal from the halfway line, off-target shots when they did get close. It was amateur stuff. Perhaps Mexico were complacent because of the perceived skill of their opponents. Perhaps Iran kicked it up a notch because of the actual skill of their opponents. Perhaps both. Whatever the reason, Iran was playing a much tougher game than anyone predicted. Graham Taylor said it best; "we mustn't underestimate the Estonians"...

The second half played out far better. Something happened in the Mexico dressing room - whatever it was, the players for Amexica were playing far better and managed to hammer in two more goals, making the final score a healthy 3-1, and making sure that Amexica were top of group D with a healthy goal difference. And there was much rejoycing at the Amexican restuarant.

Roll on Trinidad and Tobago versus England.

1 comment:

oncee said...

I've never bother with the american team. I've always pulled for England. I did get to watch the Mexican team win in my favorite local Mexican place. The were all running around screaming gooooaaaalllllll!