World Cup part 1

Now that’s what I’d call a really bad start into the World Cup. My team scores an early lead, leans back and gets one in return from the Americans. And in the end we can actually be quite happy about not having gone down towards the end of the second halftime.
And the next day the team of the country that I live in offer a most magnificent display of football power, crushing Australia 4 goals to nil. Despite also being handicapped like England they just did it. No Ballack, no Rolfes, Enke dead and so on. They just did it. And my idiots? No Beckham, no Owen, Ferdinand out in the first training session… And on top of that we’ve found a new butterfinger as replacement for David Seaman… For heaven’s sake, does it never end?

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