After-Match Wank

[rebness]

France won!

Er... as the Europeans and a sizeable portion of Americans and Australians will know.

Early into the match, England scored and for the entire remainder of the ninety minutes, France tried and tried again and again to score, but it was England's game. Then, in the appointed ten minutes or so of injury time, France was awarded a penalty. They scored. Hell, a draw would have been cool, because it would have meant no gloating on either side. Then England goalkeeper David James decided that what he really wanted to be doing right now was running out onto the pitch and booting French player Thierry Henry right in the legs. A free kick, a score. France owned England.

I'm all jumping up and down, and my bewildered friend asks why on earth I'm happy for France, and I mumble something about being unable to support a team whose mantra is "God Save the Queen."

But! More than that, it was just a damned great match. You couldn't have made the ending up after ninety minutes of despair. Or elation for my country. Whichever. Now, if all football matches were like this, I wouldn't be wishing that every club would explode in a ball of flames when a programme is shifted for a football match on television.

Wow. Two posts about football in as many days. Hear me now-- football will never be mentioned in my journal again, ever. Unless Johnny Depp streaks across the pitch or those confounded stadiums really do blow up.

Comments

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

Hmm, this is mildly scary, mostly because you titled the post "after-match wank"...

[rebness.livejournal.com]

You have no concept of my humour, damned wench. That or I've gone too far again. Ach, well. :-D

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

It's probably just that I'm almost, like, more primly British than you are? Then again, maybe not.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Look. Dude.

It is impossible for you to be more British than me. I am the most British person I know! (And I know a lot of Brits.) I have this pale skin going on, and I love my tea, and I say "shed-yool" and before I even open my mouth abroad, they're all, "ah! I bet you're English."

And I'm all, "hell, yeah."

However. If you like scones with your tea, then you beat me on that score.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

I don't drink tea, but I make the best scones you'll ever eat. :D

[rebness.livejournal.com]

Dammit! Too many non-Brits are good at being Brits. Like this guy.

I'd trade places with you in deference to your superior scone-lifestyle, but, really, all that heat? No thanks.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

I also do a good Pom accent, but that you know. And no thanks, you keep your false summers and I'll keep my false winters.

[rebness.livejournal.com]

>:

The cloud is so thick up here it's untrue! It's like a blanket of grey despair has enshrouded this island, I tells you!

Last night was beautiful. All flaming reds and pinks and peaceful. We'll ignore the harsh Northern wind that was blowing.

[saffronlie.livejournal.com]

Um, cool. Here, it is dark. I have a cold. I think that's your fault.

[tsaress.livejournal.com]

football bad

[rebness.livejournal.com]

This is true. :-D