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The world cup is here! And I'm back from a lovely trip to Malaysia.

Who else is having as much fun as I am, watching the upsetting start, to have all the titans rise slowly out of the mess they dug themselves in in the initial matches. My prediction for tonight's match, after this Portugese slaughter of the North Koreans, is that it will be Spain turn to pump up the volume. If they don't, well, I won't be disappointed.

It's been fun because it seems to me, I've had my first glimpse at the North Koreans. I keep thinking of how, everytime they fall on the ground they get back up. And when they don't it's because of a real injury, not because they're trying to fish for cards. You have to admire that. And the Swiss Iceberg, impressed immensely against Spain. To top it all, that Nigerian Elastic Goal keeper, blew my mind. I know we're going to bid adieu to a lot of these fine teams, why should we be surprised they are good. They made it to the World Cup after all.

I learnt a good lesson with the IPL this year, dazzlers at start, fizzle out at the end (Bad Royal Challengers). So a la Chennai Super Kings, I know the finals are going to be cracking. My only concern would be that Italy makes it there sans Buffon. I'd really want to watch my favorite man on the current team, Gatusso weave his way like the werewolf he is, through the fancy Samba Men, Skillfull Argentinians & if they make it, good old Germany.

Apart from that, recent times have been bitter sweet. Hence the absence from the blog. Malaysia was wonderful, but a lot of things drove home. THINGS HAVE CHANGED! I don't know if it's for the better or the worse, but I know I wasn't part of the change. It happens, I suppose, but I'm very glad that after the trip there, I feel more at home here.

So turning 25 soon, Italy please remind me why June is such a great month to be born in and score those damn goals!

Comments

Adi said…
I really wonder why you like Italy so much. I can assure you, they're not winning the WC. :PI'm quite an iconoclastic, right? :)
Hitesh Rawat said…
it's sad..... I mean Italy....even they don't fancy their chances of winning ...... :D

i'm betting on ...Argentina or whoever makes it between Germany vs England match.....

i'm not even backing Brasil this time......the team who was famous for their attacking game.....is obviously missing it this time.....

hope Portugal also have a good run.....Ronaldo is the best..... \,,/


PS :- It's Asia Cup Final today.....Pray for India too....though they are looking good...and i hope they won't require any prayers from me or anybody...... :D
Saro said…
Well both of you were right. They did not win, and now the question who will win? Germany? Argentina? Spain? Brazil? who who who?

Adi: you're not iconoclastic, you're the reverse. Bashing Italy, is a traditional World Cup sport. I'm just going to say, at least we were not France :)

Hites: So that's Argentina or England.. interesting. You likey Ronaldo.. I don't likey him.. And INDIA WON THE ASIA CUP! wooohoooo!
Anonymous said…
sorry for Italy...even ur fav Maldini couldnt have helped :P

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