i usually watch the world cup. it's one of the only matches i watch from beginning to the end.
it use to be so difficult. watching men pass the ball from end to end.
all you see is a sea of green and random stips of colour. then final one glorious goal. and then you see the famous peter crouch robot dance. or pele's flip in the air. you see ronaldo's arms-stretched-out-eagle-style or piles of men on top another without hint of shame.
it's almost like a religion this beautiful game. you watch each foot gracefull tackle that ball. you hold your breath as the fingers of oliver kahn merely glaze across the ball at the most crucial moment. you scream and run around the house as the ball playfully bounces into the net as if you landed that moment in time.
another reason is of course, is my gorgoues spainish heartthrob.
oh deinarda baby. deinarda.
