Well, the World Cup has come to an end. I actually started crying into my New York Times Sports Section this morning. As many already know, I have grown absolutely obsessed with football over the past month. I can’t even put words behind how fantastic it’s been. I take a great long sigh seeing this World Cup come to an end.
Seriously, though, what in God’s name happened to Zidane? I gotta tell ya if he was actually called a dirty terrorist that might warrant a head butt or two but he should have waited until after the game.
Spain and Brazil won the Fair Play award.
“The FIFA Fair Play Award is given to the team with the best record of Fair Play, sportsmanship and good conduct both on and off the pitch, according to a points system and criteria established by the FIFA Committee for Ethics and Fair Play.”
My most favorite moment was probably when England beat Ecuador and we watched Nevada Smith’s explode with joy. My least favorite moment was when England lost against Portugal and we watched grown men and women cry. (America losing to Ghana comes in close second.)
My most favorite player to giggle at was Peter Crouch. (Oh, and if you haven’t seen it, I highly suggest watching this video of Peter Crouch dancing.) 6 foot 7, dude. 6 foot 7. His shinguards are as long as my legs.
Gerrard stole my heart but that’s because he reminds me of my friend, Dan.
I have a new found admiration for Hislop who, I am told, is joining an American team next year.
Tobyjoe and I have discussed going to South Africa for the next World Cup but there’s a good possibility I’ll be with small child by then.
It’s really sad to see it come to an end.
Here’s to four more years…