Oh, no. The odds actually were 29/1. That your team, your much vaunted team the Czech Repuiblic would go two goals to the good ahead, even though the weakest part of their game was in attack. The quarter finals did not so much as beckon but the door was wide open. Just hop over the threshold. But holay we are winning. And then the greatest goalkeeper on the planet drops the ball (just like he did at Highbury) and bingo the Turks whistle in three goals and you are out out out. Well my daughter it is like this, sometimes in footbally, unexpected things happen, even when you wear your biggest, grandest hat and get all that lovely face paint on, the team just goes out and plays like...lemons. Baaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh
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