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The HolidayWell we are 4 days into Euro 2008 and already my predictions look stuffed. For once in he last 30 years Holland decided that they would actually try playing football at a major championship and look what happened? They minced the Italians 3-0. Not that I nor anyone else can complain too much, as nobody likes the Italians. But they were my tip for group winners so unfortunately my hard fought reputation as being an expert football pundit must take precedence. I actually used to be obsessed by the Italians, and there is still a faint soft spot for them, but nowadays my head overrules my heart and it is easier to come to terms with the fact that they are essentially a bunch of cheaters who will always be more attractive then I will be. I feel it only fair to also concede that I had the Dutch to finish bottom. Oh dear. The silver lining is that I have the 'plucky' Romanians to come second, which at the moment is looking good, and should that prophecy come to fruition then I feel I will have more then redeemed myself.
To be honest its not a total disaster just yet. My only other problem is the Swiss who I have to come second. They killed the Czechs and lost 1-0 which I am naturally unhappy about. I feel I got it spot on in terms of ability, but unfortunately lady luck left the club with another guy that night.
I don't know if I've mentioned it or not in previous posts, but It should be noted that I have a problem with the word 'where/were'. I've never understood when to use 'where' or when to use 'were'. In my head they just both sound the exact same and its always been like that. I actually remember why. Can you believe it is simply because I was off sick they day we covered it in primary 5? Its true, I remember it, but didn't think it was significant enough to go back over in my own time. Who would have thought one day I would be writing to the world, cursing the day i missed the 'were' lesson at school. I must say I am improving all the while, but would ask for your continued patience as you read and uncover my disability.
I want to talk about American driving next. I have no point in particular, other then to say that it is terrible. Knowing full well that the odd American (no pun intended) checks this website, it is testament indeed to my confidence in this matter that I am still willing to post this entry on any public viewing space at all, nevermind a Blog with over 4 hits a day. For fear of backlash, I will sight but 2 examples. The first, and most striking, is the Americans total refusal to use their indicators. What makes matters a million times worse, is the fact that American car manufacturers seem to know this, and have subsequently deemed it totally unnecessary to include this fundamental safety feature on any of their models! Instead, some bright spark came up the quite unbelievable suggestion that it would save everybody a lot of time and energy if indicators were combined with the rear headlights. What this means is that same idiot, as well as his superiors, thought that it was perfectly reasonable to assume that a motorist, traveling at over 70mph on a busy highway in pouring rain, could quickly and easily distinguish the difference between a brake light, a rear light, and a vehicle making its way onto their bonnet. Thankfully this potentially embarrassing problem has been left totally moot thanks to the general refusal to indicate in the first place.
I feel I could go on for a lot longer, but I won't.
The second piece of evidence can clearly be seen pretty much anywhere in America were a person driving a car decides they want to get out. This nasty inconvenience causes the driver to drive around for a while until they see a space 4 times the length of their own vehicle. Naturally they brake without warning, and then 9 times out of 10 they will do one of two things; either they will sit and eye up the space, wondering if their vechile will fit, despite the departure from the same space by a German U-boat just minutes before hand. Or, after some time of mental arithmetic and phone calls they will confidently decide that they will in fact fit, only to wheel spin away in terror at the prospect of some innocent bystander witnessing their parking attempt, or another vehicle appearing in the rear view mirror on the distant horizon. Every now and then though, when the planets align, the conditions for an attempted park are perfect. This then is the signal for the driver to make their way into the space being sure to stop only when the front bumper of their car has nicely chipped the back bumper of the parked car in front. Once this phase has been achieved the driver slips it into reverse, before flooring it until a similar result occurs with the rear bumper.
A lot has happened since the intensity of the Seattle Wolves 'try out', and I can only apologise for not keeping my blog up to date. It would be impossible to recount everything that has happened, so I will bore you with just a highlight which happened just last week.
It happened last Saturday evening, when the Brazilian national football team rolled into town. I had known about the game with Canada for some time, but had decided that it wasn't worth the effort or money to attend. I had also heard rumour that it was a sellout, so forgot about it completely. However, the Thursday before the game, a friend of mine was good enough to post me a message on my favorite social network website, telling me he had a ticket available should want it. I did. I very much did. However it was one of those situations I'm rather uncomfortable in, where he was going with a large group of friends I wouldn't know, and I would have to just dive in and adapt. They were ''having beers and a BBQ'' for a few hours before I was due to arrive, which made me a little more nervous as I turned up to their house alone. Turns out it was OK, and I actually knew a few other people there quite well and the ones I didn't know, were really nice. So off we went. Whilst the majority took the bus to the stadium, I went in a car with a guy and two girls. We parked a bit away from the stadium which gave the other 3 the chance to nip into a bar on route for a pre-game shot. The lines/queues were huge 5 mins before kick off which was a total shambles and as we were just showing our tickets to get in we heard the predictable roar of the opening goal. 1-0 Brazil, 2mins. Oh dear, this could get ugly. We raced to our seats and knuckled down to watch what was a pretty good game. Canada had a lot of good opportunities and should really have scored quite a few, but Brazil, in their lazy way looked outstanding. They were crap and brilliant in equal measure, and you felt that if they wanted to, they could have scored 100. The annoying thing about Brazil, is that they didn't want to, which was frustrating. It ended 3-2, which made sense because whenever Canada scored Brazil just sauntered up and went back in front. Great stuff though, and it was nice to check 'watching Brazil' off my lifetime football goals list.
Euro 2008 starts tomorrow morning, which I am very excited about. Its gonna be hard to catch all the games bu I will do my best. Germany to win. You heard it here first.