Showing posts with label Cronaldo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cronaldo. Show all posts
Friday, 23 July 2010
Sohdoowhy
So, like, OMG. I found an English version of the ad. Not only that, it's extended for added awesomeness! Love it.
"Isillerating playcez. And other playcez. But ah pripare for itall."
I've got this nifty auto-replay extension for Chrome, which, as the name suggests, automatically replays videos on YouTube. Yes, I've got it on repeat.
The first week of uni has come to a farcical end. After waiting around for half an hour for our French tutor to turn up to our tute, we ended up trying to look for her, to no avail. So we went home. Two-and-a-bit hours after the tute was supposed to have started, she sends us e-mails, telling us that we were in the wrong room. Thanks.
Yeah, the week has been pretty...meh. Nothing much going on, owing mostly to the fact that I have pretty much zero breaks. There have been a few awkward situations involving a girl in my French classes that looks like Taylor Swift. Sort of. Well, not really. She just kind of gives off that vibe. I should probably ask what her name is. Not that I don't know it. But it just kind of alleviates awkwardness a little bit. Whatever.
Still waiting on the iPhone 4 pricing plans to come out. Hopefully not out of my tolerance threshold. Until next time.
Word of the Day: Places (playcez)
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Le World Cup
I was informed by Marie, the French exchange student that Sarah has staying over, that in France, they call the World Cup...
...wait for it...
...this is so momentous it deserves a proper set-up...
Said, of course, with the requisite French accent. World-changing, that bit of information. You know, I don't really want to be going "Le Coup de Monde" every time I speak to a French person about the World Cup.
Speaking of accents, how funny is that Ronaldo ad? I don't know why. His accent is just funny. The first thing that strikes me (har har) is his pronunciation of places. Or, as he says it, play-cez. Here it is here, in all its glory.
I also love how he says "so do I" and "liquid engineering". "So-doh-why." "Likwud engineerink." Gotta love the guy. An arrogant, self-important, antagonistic, ball-hogging guy, but a joy to watch. The Premier League is a lot less exciting without him.
And speaking of French, a real pity about how the French team went out. Such a talent-laden team, ruined by in-fighting and politics. The would've done really well if they'd actually functioned as a unit.
And here we sit, on the eve of Australia's do-or-die match. Yes, the Ghana one was do-or-die. But this one is really do-or-die. Personally, I think 'die' is a bit intense. Having said that, it does promise to be a great morning (early, early morning at that too) of football, as so much can happen, and so much is dependent on what happens simultaneously in the other game. I love how people are talking about it as though Serbia are just waiting to be beaten, and it just depends on how much we beat them by.
Serbia, just at first glance, have one of the best defences going around. Just Vidic and Ivanovic alone would constitute a top defence. And the other two apparently aren't shabby either. One's going to Real Madrid, the other is apparently wanted at several awesome clubs too. Oh, and they also beat Germany, something which we failed to do.
However, as I have seen far too many times over the years, football is a crazy game. I've just realised at this moment how many random completely unexpected moments I've actually witnessed, and I don't even watch it on TV all that often. Arsenal v Liverpool in the Champions League quarter-finals second leg a few years back. Arsenal taking a one-goal lead at the Nou Camp, and subsequently getting destroyed by Messi. Wigan beating Arsenal at the tail-end of last season. Australia managing a draw with Croatia last World Cup. Chelsea getting knocked out by Barca in virtually the last minute of their second leg Champions League semi-final game. Kevin Muscat, the guy who never, ever misses a penalty, missing a penalty in the A-League Grand Final. Cronaldo, the guy who almost never, ever misses penalties, missing the Champions Leageu final.
The point is, anything can happen, and I believe that something crazy may just happen tomorrow. Yes, the odds are in favour of Australia losing regardless of what happens in the other game, but this is football, and part of its beauty is that the unexpected happens all the time.
Let's go Socceroos!
Word of the Day: Unexpected
...wait for it...
...this is so momentous it deserves a proper set-up...
"Le World Cup!"
Said, of course, with the requisite French accent. World-changing, that bit of information. You know, I don't really want to be going "Le Coup de Monde" every time I speak to a French person about the World Cup.
Speaking of accents, how funny is that Ronaldo ad? I don't know why. His accent is just funny. The first thing that strikes me (har har) is his pronunciation of places. Or, as he says it, play-cez. Here it is here, in all its glory.
I also love how he says "so do I" and "liquid engineering". "So-doh-why." "Likwud engineerink." Gotta love the guy. An arrogant, self-important, antagonistic, ball-hogging guy, but a joy to watch. The Premier League is a lot less exciting without him.
And speaking of French, a real pity about how the French team went out. Such a talent-laden team, ruined by in-fighting and politics. The would've done really well if they'd actually functioned as a unit.
And here we sit, on the eve of Australia's do-or-die match. Yes, the Ghana one was do-or-die. But this one is really do-or-die. Personally, I think 'die' is a bit intense. Having said that, it does promise to be a great morning (early, early morning at that too) of football, as so much can happen, and so much is dependent on what happens simultaneously in the other game. I love how people are talking about it as though Serbia are just waiting to be beaten, and it just depends on how much we beat them by.
Serbia, just at first glance, have one of the best defences going around. Just Vidic and Ivanovic alone would constitute a top defence. And the other two apparently aren't shabby either. One's going to Real Madrid, the other is apparently wanted at several awesome clubs too. Oh, and they also beat Germany, something which we failed to do.
However, as I have seen far too many times over the years, football is a crazy game. I've just realised at this moment how many random completely unexpected moments I've actually witnessed, and I don't even watch it on TV all that often. Arsenal v Liverpool in the Champions League quarter-finals second leg a few years back. Arsenal taking a one-goal lead at the Nou Camp, and subsequently getting destroyed by Messi. Wigan beating Arsenal at the tail-end of last season. Australia managing a draw with Croatia last World Cup. Chelsea getting knocked out by Barca in virtually the last minute of their second leg Champions League semi-final game. Kevin Muscat, the guy who never, ever misses a penalty, missing a penalty in the A-League Grand Final. Cronaldo, the guy who almost never, ever misses penalties, missing the Champions Leageu final.
The point is, anything can happen, and I believe that something crazy may just happen tomorrow. Yes, the odds are in favour of Australia losing regardless of what happens in the other game, but this is football, and part of its beauty is that the unexpected happens all the time.
Let's go Socceroos!
Word of the Day: Unexpected
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Ridiculous
So Eduardo gets a two-game ban for 'diving.'
May I just comment a while about how ridiculous this is.
First of all, it barely constituted a dive. I mean, it doesn't even look like he threw himself. He had an open goal. Why would he dive? Maybe he just tripped.
But, of course, it's Arsenal, so UEFA decide that they shouldn't even entertain this notion.
Ok, for argument's sake, let's just suppose that he did actually dive.
Then why, in all these years, why has nobody else been called up? Cronaldo, Drogba, Torres, Messi, should've been banned numerous times. And, ironically, in the second-leg quarter-final Champions League match two season ago, Ryan Babel did a spectacular dive to win Liverpool the game. Where was the ban then? The players that I've mentioned dived much more obviously, and usually in games of far more import than Eduardo diving in what was effectively a match already won. They also dive more frequently.
Why have they picked now, on such an unimportant game, on a not-very-clear-cut dive?
The only conclusion that I can come to is that Arsenal are easy targets. They don't have the same clout that Barca and Chelsea have. They're considered a "small club". The same with Man Utd, except even greater, as Cronaldo is such a big star that nobody dares touch him. Whatever he does is alright, because he scores goals. Eduardo is a nobody. Nobody cares if he gets banned.
The football club are upset, and rightly so. As stated, there has been no protocol followed, no reasons given, and no process followed for the ban.
And, rightly, Arsenal expect it to be applied to everybody.
It's not that fact that Eduardo is banned that has me riled. Arsenal has other strikers, and he's only banned for two Group Stage matches. It's the fact that UEFA choose this obscure and not very clear incident to make an example, the fact that they choose this player, and this club to tell the rest of the world that diving is not on. When they could have chosen one out of about 5 million instances when Ronaldo has dived, they choose to target Eduardo.
The only good thing that I can see coming out of this is that this banning of divers becomes universal and rigorously enforced - on everybody. But, knowing how corrupt and inept and inconsistent both FIFA and UEFA are, this probably won't happen.
Word of the Day: Injustice
May I just comment a while about how ridiculous this is.
First of all, it barely constituted a dive. I mean, it doesn't even look like he threw himself. He had an open goal. Why would he dive? Maybe he just tripped.
But, of course, it's Arsenal, so UEFA decide that they shouldn't even entertain this notion.
Ok, for argument's sake, let's just suppose that he did actually dive.
Then why, in all these years, why has nobody else been called up? Cronaldo, Drogba, Torres, Messi, should've been banned numerous times. And, ironically, in the second-leg quarter-final Champions League match two season ago, Ryan Babel did a spectacular dive to win Liverpool the game. Where was the ban then? The players that I've mentioned dived much more obviously, and usually in games of far more import than Eduardo diving in what was effectively a match already won. They also dive more frequently.
Why have they picked now, on such an unimportant game, on a not-very-clear-cut dive?
The only conclusion that I can come to is that Arsenal are easy targets. They don't have the same clout that Barca and Chelsea have. They're considered a "small club". The same with Man Utd, except even greater, as Cronaldo is such a big star that nobody dares touch him. Whatever he does is alright, because he scores goals. Eduardo is a nobody. Nobody cares if he gets banned.
The football club are upset, and rightly so. As stated, there has been no protocol followed, no reasons given, and no process followed for the ban.
And, rightly, Arsenal expect it to be applied to everybody.
It's not that fact that Eduardo is banned that has me riled. Arsenal has other strikers, and he's only banned for two Group Stage matches. It's the fact that UEFA choose this obscure and not very clear incident to make an example, the fact that they choose this player, and this club to tell the rest of the world that diving is not on. When they could have chosen one out of about 5 million instances when Ronaldo has dived, they choose to target Eduardo.
The only good thing that I can see coming out of this is that this banning of divers becomes universal and rigorously enforced - on everybody. But, knowing how corrupt and inept and inconsistent both FIFA and UEFA are, this probably won't happen.
Word of the Day: Injustice
Friday, 24 July 2009
A little perspective. Just a little. Please.
I had uni today.
Yay.
Nothing much to report on that front, except for me actually getting what John Gerrand is going on about. That's a first, by the way. Me understanding what's going on in Accounting lectures.
Anyway, what I really wanted to do was to express my disenchantment with some people in the beautiful game.
Actually, this disenchantment has been going for sometime, but has recently been reignited by Adebayor's transfer to Manchester City.
Although I say good riddance, because, in my opinion, he was never that great anyway, it's the comments that he's made after the transfer which irk me.
It goes something like this. "Yeah, sure, I transferred because they offered me more money. But tell me, which Arsenal fan wouldn't change from their 10 pound job to a 30 pound job?"
Football players have been accused of lacking perspective. I agree wholeheartedly.
How is a fan, who is earning 10 pounds (per hour, per day, per week, I don't know what Adebayor's talking about, but yeah, whatever) changing to a job that pays 30 pounds comparable to him? I mean, we're not talking in terms of being paid peanuts here. If you triple 10 pounds, and get 30, if we're talking about per hour, that's massive.
Now, with Adebayor, we're talking someone who's earning tens of thousands of pounds per week, even when he's injured and not performing well, switching teams to earn tens of thousands of pounds more.
His excuse is that he comes from a poor city and a poor country. I don't know about you, but that doesn't make much sense to me. It's not like he's feeding his country. Instead of buying a house per month, he can now buy a house every fortnight. Congratulations.
His nonsensical remarks are almost on par with Sep Blatter comparing Cronaldo to a slave last season, due to the fact that Man Utd wouldn't sell him to Real Madrid. I don't get the argument there either. Both parties signed the contract, both knew the terms when signing. Besides, I wouldn't mind being a slave if I got paid that much. Slave. Blatter is an insult to people who actually live on a pittance.
Just while we're on the topic of inane comments, Valdano, some head honcho guy at Real Madrid, recently responded to criticism from the Spanish Government with regards to their insane spending by saying this: "Sure, people need money, but football also makes them happy." Ok, I like a good game of football. But this is just way out of any perspective, and smacks of clutching at straws to justify a quarter of a billion Euros (and counting) being spent on transfers, while the people of Spain deal with double-digit unemployment. Football doesn't feed the people on the streets.
Well, anyway, this past weeks been pretty torrid, so I guess it fits that I end it by venting my anger at something that most people probably don't care about, and rightly so. Here's hoping that next week will be better.
Word of the Day: Perspective (or lack thereof)
Yay.
Nothing much to report on that front, except for me actually getting what John Gerrand is going on about. That's a first, by the way. Me understanding what's going on in Accounting lectures.
Anyway, what I really wanted to do was to express my disenchantment with some people in the beautiful game.
Actually, this disenchantment has been going for sometime, but has recently been reignited by Adebayor's transfer to Manchester City.
Although I say good riddance, because, in my opinion, he was never that great anyway, it's the comments that he's made after the transfer which irk me.
It goes something like this. "Yeah, sure, I transferred because they offered me more money. But tell me, which Arsenal fan wouldn't change from their 10 pound job to a 30 pound job?"
Football players have been accused of lacking perspective. I agree wholeheartedly.
How is a fan, who is earning 10 pounds (per hour, per day, per week, I don't know what Adebayor's talking about, but yeah, whatever) changing to a job that pays 30 pounds comparable to him? I mean, we're not talking in terms of being paid peanuts here. If you triple 10 pounds, and get 30, if we're talking about per hour, that's massive.
Now, with Adebayor, we're talking someone who's earning tens of thousands of pounds per week, even when he's injured and not performing well, switching teams to earn tens of thousands of pounds more.
His excuse is that he comes from a poor city and a poor country. I don't know about you, but that doesn't make much sense to me. It's not like he's feeding his country. Instead of buying a house per month, he can now buy a house every fortnight. Congratulations.
His nonsensical remarks are almost on par with Sep Blatter comparing Cronaldo to a slave last season, due to the fact that Man Utd wouldn't sell him to Real Madrid. I don't get the argument there either. Both parties signed the contract, both knew the terms when signing. Besides, I wouldn't mind being a slave if I got paid that much. Slave. Blatter is an insult to people who actually live on a pittance.
Just while we're on the topic of inane comments, Valdano, some head honcho guy at Real Madrid, recently responded to criticism from the Spanish Government with regards to their insane spending by saying this: "Sure, people need money, but football also makes them happy." Ok, I like a good game of football. But this is just way out of any perspective, and smacks of clutching at straws to justify a quarter of a billion Euros (and counting) being spent on transfers, while the people of Spain deal with double-digit unemployment. Football doesn't feed the people on the streets.
Well, anyway, this past weeks been pretty torrid, so I guess it fits that I end it by venting my anger at something that most people probably don't care about, and rightly so. Here's hoping that next week will be better.
Word of the Day: Perspective (or lack thereof)
Sunday, 14 June 2009
Real Madrid musings and Rush-released essays
The hot topic of the moment (at least in the football world): Real Madrid and their Galacticos Project Segundo(c) (I think that means Second Galacticos Project). I know everybody has been hanging out for my expert, in-depth, left-field analysis, so here it is.
I'd first like to point out that the last Galacticos project was a footballing, if not economic, failure. Sure, they sold a lot of jerseys to people in Asia. It was alright for the first two seasons. After 2003, the year after they signed Ronaldo, they didn't win anything for three years. And they had Zidane.
The reason for this failure, a reason which looks like being repeated, was the lack the defensive players being signed. This looks like being repeated, with the signings of Kaka and Cronaldo, and the about-to-be-signed rumours of David Villa, Silva, and pretty much anyone who likes to run forward. But no defensive players.
Another contributing factor, which will definitely be repeated this time around, is the titanic clashing of mega egos. This players are all established stars, who each own more trophies than the whole of the Liverpool team combined. It's simple really. Everybody knows that the goal scorers get the glory (and the pay rise). Who's going to pass the ball when they all think that they can score from where they are? And who's going to tell the big star that, instead of belting it from 40m out and missing by double that distance, that maybe they should have passed to the guy who was closer?
A third reason for potential failure, which also occurred last time, was, and still is: how do their arch-rivals Barca do it? They have stars. But not on the scale that Real Madrid propose to have. Every successful team has foot soldiers. Players that get the job done with minimal flair, with little ego, and maximal efficiency, who are willing to sit on the bench if need be. Good teams have good foot soldiers. Real, seemingly pressing for a team made out of 23 stars, will not have these uncomplaining, hard-working players that teams like Barca have. These big-name players actually sulk when put on the bench, ala Cronaldo. I also believe that the footballing philosophy of Barca is also important. The signings they make are in tandem with their style of play. Real just seem content with getting the perceived top players without considering whether they fit their style of football, or whether they really need another person in that position.
I believe that this rash and exorbitant amount of spending will only have an inflationary pressure on the transfer market. Real don't even negotiate. I don't know why, but they just don't. Their transfers all seem to be made in some haste, like the transfer window's closing tomorrow. It seems as though they approach the team that has the player they want, offer an amount of money that no sane club could possibly refuse, and get their player in two days. Why thought? It begs the question of where they get their money from. It's not scary how much money clubs buy players for. What's scary is the fact that they have faith in their ability to make that money back, with a surplus, so they can pay wages and whatnot, and actually still make a massive profit each year.
Good luck to them. If they can pull it off, it should be good football to watch. If, as I suspect it will, dissolve into a haze of in-fighting and massive bust-ups, it'll still be entertaining, in a different way.
And on to the Essay That I Wrote in a Night(c).
Success! Contrary to what I had expected, my essay did not take 18 hours or so to complete. So instead of working up til 1 on Thursday night/Friday morning, waking up at 6 the next day/that day and handing it in at 4, I stayed up til two, woke up at 6 and handed it in at 1. Quality was down a bit, but shouldn't be as bad as what my tutor expects it to be. Which, I guess, is all one can hope for when one writes a 2000-word essay in one night.
Word of the day: Real Madrid
I'd first like to point out that the last Galacticos project was a footballing, if not economic, failure. Sure, they sold a lot of jerseys to people in Asia. It was alright for the first two seasons. After 2003, the year after they signed Ronaldo, they didn't win anything for three years. And they had Zidane.
The reason for this failure, a reason which looks like being repeated, was the lack the defensive players being signed. This looks like being repeated, with the signings of Kaka and Cronaldo, and the about-to-be-signed rumours of David Villa, Silva, and pretty much anyone who likes to run forward. But no defensive players.
Another contributing factor, which will definitely be repeated this time around, is the titanic clashing of mega egos. This players are all established stars, who each own more trophies than the whole of the Liverpool team combined. It's simple really. Everybody knows that the goal scorers get the glory (and the pay rise). Who's going to pass the ball when they all think that they can score from where they are? And who's going to tell the big star that, instead of belting it from 40m out and missing by double that distance, that maybe they should have passed to the guy who was closer?
A third reason for potential failure, which also occurred last time, was, and still is: how do their arch-rivals Barca do it? They have stars. But not on the scale that Real Madrid propose to have. Every successful team has foot soldiers. Players that get the job done with minimal flair, with little ego, and maximal efficiency, who are willing to sit on the bench if need be. Good teams have good foot soldiers. Real, seemingly pressing for a team made out of 23 stars, will not have these uncomplaining, hard-working players that teams like Barca have. These big-name players actually sulk when put on the bench, ala Cronaldo. I also believe that the footballing philosophy of Barca is also important. The signings they make are in tandem with their style of play. Real just seem content with getting the perceived top players without considering whether they fit their style of football, or whether they really need another person in that position.
I believe that this rash and exorbitant amount of spending will only have an inflationary pressure on the transfer market. Real don't even negotiate. I don't know why, but they just don't. Their transfers all seem to be made in some haste, like the transfer window's closing tomorrow. It seems as though they approach the team that has the player they want, offer an amount of money that no sane club could possibly refuse, and get their player in two days. Why thought? It begs the question of where they get their money from. It's not scary how much money clubs buy players for. What's scary is the fact that they have faith in their ability to make that money back, with a surplus, so they can pay wages and whatnot, and actually still make a massive profit each year.
Good luck to them. If they can pull it off, it should be good football to watch. If, as I suspect it will, dissolve into a haze of in-fighting and massive bust-ups, it'll still be entertaining, in a different way.
And on to the Essay That I Wrote in a Night(c).
Success! Contrary to what I had expected, my essay did not take 18 hours or so to complete. So instead of working up til 1 on Thursday night/Friday morning, waking up at 6 the next day/that day and handing it in at 4, I stayed up til two, woke up at 6 and handed it in at 1. Quality was down a bit, but shouldn't be as bad as what my tutor expects it to be. Which, I guess, is all one can hope for when one writes a 2000-word essay in one night.
Word of the day: Real Madrid
Thursday, 28 May 2009
Barca the passer
My theory is right. Good things happen on Thursdays.
That little team called Barcelona (which, incidentally, was the team that I supported in La Liga since Ronaldinho was there, because I liked Ronaldinho and their kit colour) ripped Man Utd to shreds. No question about it. Messi, and I would contend, Xavi, are both better than Cronaldo. They work within the team as well as solo. Great stuff.
It also begs the question: does Messi practice his headers? For such a short guy, that was quite a skillful header.
Also: all tests are finally over for the semester! Yes, I'm an optimist at times like these. I've only got those little exam things left, and that small essay worth 40% of my mark to do. But we must celebrate the small things, such as tests being over for the semester.
Onward to the glory and honour of exams!
Word of the day: Barcelona
That little team called Barcelona (which, incidentally, was the team that I supported in La Liga since Ronaldinho was there, because I liked Ronaldinho and their kit colour) ripped Man Utd to shreds. No question about it. Messi, and I would contend, Xavi, are both better than Cronaldo. They work within the team as well as solo. Great stuff.
It also begs the question: does Messi practice his headers? For such a short guy, that was quite a skillful header.
Also: all tests are finally over for the semester! Yes, I'm an optimist at times like these. I've only got those little exam things left, and that small essay worth 40% of my mark to do. But we must celebrate the small things, such as tests being over for the semester.
Onward to the glory and honour of exams!
Word of the day: Barcelona
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Post-exams...again
It's a sobering thought, but this "post-exam period" will be the first of many. In many ways, these exams actually matter more than the one's during high school, save the VCE ones.
I could leave it at that, and say that I've updated due to popular demand, but I'm a nice guy, so I'll write some more.
During this after-exam period, I have been gravitating between sitting around at home playing brainless games (The Sims Unleashed, hell yeah) and going out and spending too much money.
Just on that money business, I visited Crown Casino last Friday for a quick liaison with Lady Luck. This was my first time, as you can tell by my making it a blog post. As you (hopefully) know, Lady Luck is unbeatable at casinos, especially on pokies. I really didn't want to, but I blew a massive fifteen bucks on pokies. My original plan was to spend $50 in $10 increments on blackjack, but the lowest bid was 50. So I played pokies. Even though I knew I had no chance of winning. After blowing all of 15 bucks, the 15 dollar blackjack tables opened. I'm a dapper hand at blackjack, so I though I'd take the dealer on. I laid down 15 bucks. I think I got like a 17 or something. The dealer went bust. Then mum was like "Let's scram!" The dealer pretty much cracked up. I was gonna go another one, purely because luck was with me, but mum said just keep the luck and you'll be fine.
Euro 08. It's been pretty bad for my fantasy team so far. I doubt it'll get much better. Big names underperforming, idiot managers screwing around, and random teams winning. It hasn't been pretty. I'm supporting Spain, by the way, and have done for the whole tournament. In between raging about why the Spanish coach isn't playing Fabregas and wondering why on Earth Italy can't defend and why the hell Cronaldo and Torres don't score, I managed to watch one game. The Netherlands vs France. Although it wasn't really a game to remember (unlike Arsenal vs Liverpool, second leg of Champions League), I witnessed the perfection of Dutchness. They're a great team. It's a shame they got knocked out. I would have loved to watch Spain vs Holland for the finals.
In other football news, it turns out that the Arsenal jersey IS the one that it was rumoured to be. Now I'll have to get it. Stupid Nike. I figured out why they don't care about what they release. Because they know idiots like me will get it regardless.
I'm looking for a new job, by the way. This one's giving me the irrates. A lot of work for very little return. Give us a heads up if you've got anything to recommend. No-one seems to want to hire my services, and I understand that. It's me.
Word of the day: Hola
I could leave it at that, and say that I've updated due to popular demand, but I'm a nice guy, so I'll write some more.
During this after-exam period, I have been gravitating between sitting around at home playing brainless games (The Sims Unleashed, hell yeah) and going out and spending too much money.
Just on that money business, I visited Crown Casino last Friday for a quick liaison with Lady Luck. This was my first time, as you can tell by my making it a blog post. As you (hopefully) know, Lady Luck is unbeatable at casinos, especially on pokies. I really didn't want to, but I blew a massive fifteen bucks on pokies. My original plan was to spend $50 in $10 increments on blackjack, but the lowest bid was 50. So I played pokies. Even though I knew I had no chance of winning. After blowing all of 15 bucks, the 15 dollar blackjack tables opened. I'm a dapper hand at blackjack, so I though I'd take the dealer on. I laid down 15 bucks. I think I got like a 17 or something. The dealer went bust. Then mum was like "Let's scram!" The dealer pretty much cracked up. I was gonna go another one, purely because luck was with me, but mum said just keep the luck and you'll be fine.
Euro 08. It's been pretty bad for my fantasy team so far. I doubt it'll get much better. Big names underperforming, idiot managers screwing around, and random teams winning. It hasn't been pretty. I'm supporting Spain, by the way, and have done for the whole tournament. In between raging about why the Spanish coach isn't playing Fabregas and wondering why on Earth Italy can't defend and why the hell Cronaldo and Torres don't score, I managed to watch one game. The Netherlands vs France. Although it wasn't really a game to remember (unlike Arsenal vs Liverpool, second leg of Champions League), I witnessed the perfection of Dutchness. They're a great team. It's a shame they got knocked out. I would have loved to watch Spain vs Holland for the finals.
In other football news, it turns out that the Arsenal jersey IS the one that it was rumoured to be. Now I'll have to get it. Stupid Nike. I figured out why they don't care about what they release. Because they know idiots like me will get it regardless.
I'm looking for a new job, by the way. This one's giving me the irrates. A lot of work for very little return. Give us a heads up if you've got anything to recommend. No-one seems to want to hire my services, and I understand that. It's me.
Word of the day: Hola
Monday, 26 May 2008
Champions League Final 2008
It was a dark and stormy night.
At least it was in Moscow, where the 2008 Champions League Final was to be played.
Well it wasn't that dark and stormy, but it did start raining in the middle of the match.
And what a match it was. The best player from each of the sides (Man Utd and Chelsea) scored to effectively cancel each other out. Header from Cronaldo, then a way-too-easy goal for Lampard.
In all fairness, Chelsea should have won it, even though I hate them. They were the better team. But football doesn't work that way. If you win, you win.
The reason I say Chelsea should have won was because, out of nowhere, Drogba pulls off a rocket from 20 metres out and hits the post. Then Lampard does pretty much the same thing in extra time.
Drogba got sent off for slapping Vidic. That was pretty anti-climatic. Then penalties.
There must be a better way to decide who wins a tied game. Surely. I can't think of a better way, but someone, somewhere in the world should be able to. Something that tests skill, teamwork, creativity, endurance and heart, rather than a spin of the wheel of luck.
What happened during the penalty shootout was both ironic and unfair. Cronaldo, 42 goals for the season, almost never misses a penalty, decides to unleash the tool within on the third Man Utd penalty. He tries to fake the keeper, who, after watching him jig around for about five minutes, knows he's going to go right, because he can't possibly hit it left. So he saves. And Cronaldo falls to the ground, crying. Then on the fifth Chelsea penalty, el Capitano dos Chelsea, John Terry, takes the penalty for the win. Except he slips. And the ball goes out off the right post. John Terry, who tries his heart out every game for Chelsea, misses the penalty that would have given Chelsea they're first ever Champions League trophy.
Sorry, this is a bit of a delayed post. I kind of forgot about it, then remembered about it today. I'm sure you've all been hanging out for it. Enjoy.
At least it was in Moscow, where the 2008 Champions League Final was to be played.
Well it wasn't that dark and stormy, but it did start raining in the middle of the match.
And what a match it was. The best player from each of the sides (Man Utd and Chelsea) scored to effectively cancel each other out. Header from Cronaldo, then a way-too-easy goal for Lampard.
In all fairness, Chelsea should have won it, even though I hate them. They were the better team. But football doesn't work that way. If you win, you win.
The reason I say Chelsea should have won was because, out of nowhere, Drogba pulls off a rocket from 20 metres out and hits the post. Then Lampard does pretty much the same thing in extra time.
Drogba got sent off for slapping Vidic. That was pretty anti-climatic. Then penalties.
There must be a better way to decide who wins a tied game. Surely. I can't think of a better way, but someone, somewhere in the world should be able to. Something that tests skill, teamwork, creativity, endurance and heart, rather than a spin of the wheel of luck.
What happened during the penalty shootout was both ironic and unfair. Cronaldo, 42 goals for the season, almost never misses a penalty, decides to unleash the tool within on the third Man Utd penalty. He tries to fake the keeper, who, after watching him jig around for about five minutes, knows he's going to go right, because he can't possibly hit it left. So he saves. And Cronaldo falls to the ground, crying. Then on the fifth Chelsea penalty, el Capitano dos Chelsea, John Terry, takes the penalty for the win. Except he slips. And the ball goes out off the right post. John Terry, who tries his heart out every game for Chelsea, misses the penalty that would have given Chelsea they're first ever Champions League trophy.
Sorry, this is a bit of a delayed post. I kind of forgot about it, then remembered about it today. I'm sure you've all been hanging out for it. Enjoy.
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Egged
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a new blog layout. This Togepi layout marks the start of a new era in my blogging career. Not really, no. But I think it's pretty cool. Courtesy of my sister Sarah. I wouldn't have been able to do a new blog layout, and even if I could, I probably wouldn't be stuffed. But it doesn't matter what I think. Tell me what you think of it. That would be much appreciated.
So, "holidays" have been a week and a bit gone. Been studying hard (well, I think so) and generally haven't had much of a life. Talked to a few people on msn, but generally haven't had any human contact with friends as such. I'm gonna go insane soon if I don't. Which is quite a conundrum, seeing as I don't want school to start.
Actually I lie. Well, I don't. I saw friends at the VFL Grand Final gig that out (Tattam) Band did on the first Sunday of the "holidays." I count Yap and Jimmy. That is all. And maybe Simmo. The rest of the people there are pretty much tools.
Now, why am I so early, posting about random stuff? The Champions League match, of course. Man U vs Roma. What a rematch. We all know what happened last time they met. Well, some of us do. 7-1 or some such score line. But Man U don't look like they're going to repeat that with the current goalscoring form they're in. Looks like a bit of 1-0 to me. Lol, watching a replay of the caning now. Cronaldo on fire, as he was liable to be back then. And the match just started, and Louis Saha just headed thin air. And a good header it was. And Cronaldo has an awful haircut. It's almost worst than mine. Almost.
Arsenal top of the league. Study going mildly well. Football to watch. I'm almost a happy man. Except for the lack of human contact. And a decent pair of shorts. Well, anyway, I'll leave you all to watch the game. Or for those of you that don't, I leave you to do whatever you will. You just don't know what you're missing out on.
So, "holidays" have been a week and a bit gone. Been studying hard (well, I think so) and generally haven't had much of a life. Talked to a few people on msn, but generally haven't had any human contact with friends as such. I'm gonna go insane soon if I don't. Which is quite a conundrum, seeing as I don't want school to start.
Actually I lie. Well, I don't. I saw friends at the VFL Grand Final gig that out (Tattam) Band did on the first Sunday of the "holidays." I count Yap and Jimmy. That is all. And maybe Simmo. The rest of the people there are pretty much tools.
Now, why am I so early, posting about random stuff? The Champions League match, of course. Man U vs Roma. What a rematch. We all know what happened last time they met. Well, some of us do. 7-1 or some such score line. But Man U don't look like they're going to repeat that with the current goalscoring form they're in. Looks like a bit of 1-0 to me. Lol, watching a replay of the caning now. Cronaldo on fire, as he was liable to be back then. And the match just started, and Louis Saha just headed thin air. And a good header it was. And Cronaldo has an awful haircut. It's almost worst than mine. Almost.
Arsenal top of the league. Study going mildly well. Football to watch. I'm almost a happy man. Except for the lack of human contact. And a decent pair of shorts. Well, anyway, I'll leave you all to watch the game. Or for those of you that don't, I leave you to do whatever you will. You just don't know what you're missing out on.
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