portugal's into the semis! oh yeah oh yeah. bring it on italy.
but the match itself was hardly anything to cheer about.
slow tackles, lazy dribbling. for the portugeuse mainly. the english were good, suprisingly, with 2 of the strikers out (owen and rooney) and their captain dehydrated and injured. kudos to them cause they still managed to fight to the end with almost flawless defence. not to mention, peter crouch's obviousity on the field. in the words of jiancheng: "everyone within 30cm of peter crouch is in danger. look at his arms. he's a walking hazzard."
portugal, disappointing. so many many loopholes, so many many sluggish players. as my brother said: "both also don't deserve to be here loh. GHANA!"
but all that's said and done, portugal still won the match (by the hair of luis figo's leg).
so goooooo portugal!
the match was slightly better with jiancheng (who lives 10 secs away, we actually timed) and mer and the brother and the girlfriend and the dad.
whoar, break dance whoar.
in the words of merlynn tong chor mun: "eh, beckham is unnaturally good looking."
i couldn't agree more.
with a voice like that, something's gotta give.
