The World cup of Soccer-football is near its climax, the attention generated by the World cup held every four years; divides the period between the Olympics, but the nations heading the Olympic finalists are rarely seen as finalists in the soccer world cup.
Italy are now in the final, after beating Australia through a dodgy penalty decision, France is also in the final after an equally controversial penalty against Portugal.
Some soccer players are so grippingly histrionic as they fall to the ground with seemingly fatal injuries to the ankle or knee they make the death scene from Camille look like Julie Andrews singing The Lonely Goat Herder in The Sound of Music.
Lawyers sitting in the grandstands seem so convinced the players are on their death bed after taking a slight knock, rush to the well paid player with a last will and testament to be signed.
Eventually the stricken player rises to his feet thanking his particular God for a miraculous recovery from an injury which would have defied the healing powers of the water at Lourdes. It could be described as an eclectic mix of the tragedy of Pagliacci, the heartbreak of Madam butterfly and the comedy of Der Rosen Kavallier.
The player who was the so called transgressor gets his marching orders off the field, making it so much easier for his team to lose the game.
What we really need though,is that statuesque blonde Amazon who carries a spear and wears a viking helmet with a big horn either side. Seeing her coming at you, her bodice straining with the power of her voice and the helmet aimed straight at your backside, would get these frail little petals of Soccer players on their feet in a blink.
Now that OZTRAYER has been eliminated from this fiasco, the tabloids are back to the never ending boring load of crap about the never ending stories of THUGBY (Rugby League)today we had six pages of this codswallop, the list of genuine injuries would make you wince, several mindless 250 LB hulking players end up in wheelchairs as Quadriplegic's every year. In my early years I regarded sport as a fun thing, now it is more like war ,minus the shooting.
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