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[eiffel_71]

Watched the first half of an exciting Croatia v Australia match, but had to be content with that, because the game was on BBC3, and on Five House began at 9 pm. And my father simply does not miss House. Full stop. (He even got a friend to tape the two episodes that aired while they were in Cyprus.) So I retreated upstairs to my modest terrestrial-only portable to watch BB, keeping tabs on the football via radio during the ad breaks. Kudos to the Socceroos on getting to the second round, but consoling hugs to black_a_chan.

My mother is busy leafing through a hymn book choosing the hymns for her Civic Service on Sunday week. That would be OK, except every time she alights on a hymn she knows she begins humming it. Loud.

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[sumireyan.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I didn't get to watch the game because the sports channel had Brazil v. Japan on it instead. That game wasn't bad. Japan had some good chances midway through the first half.

[sarkasmo.livejournal.com]

I finally got around to watching the England vs Sweden game (aka Ketchup vs. Mustard). Is England EVER going to beat them?

I love recording these games on tivo and then watching them out of order; I feel so smug if the announcers reference a future game, like US vs Ghana, and emphasize the importance of it and how exciting it'll be to find out how it ends...and I already know. :)

Good thing I expected the US to choke again. Now I'm not disappointed, yay! I'm still not sure who I'm gunning for to win the whole shoot'n-match. Seems like every time I glance at a team and think, "Hey, there's an underdog with potential," they get matched up with Brazil within 2 games.

I was in Germany in 1990 when they won the World Cup. That was back in my anti-sports days, but that day was the turning point. It was the night before I went back to the US (I was an exchange student), and during the afternoon I was sort of jealous that everyone who came to my going-away party just sat in front of the TV all day. When we moved the party from the house to the sports bar, however, I couldn't help but get interested in the game. The bar was packed with people, so badly that the bartender just started charging a 2-DM deposit on each beer mug so that you could take them outside. There were 2 TVs on the second floor, but only about 100 people could actually fit up there, so the rest of us settled on the stairs, the railings, at the bar, the dance floor, and we waited for shouts from upstairs to tell us what was going on.

When Germany finally won, the people upstairs just started a giant push out the door. It was incredibly scary until I realized it meant Germany had won, and I followed the crowd out into the street, into the Boeblingen bus station. That was the biggest party I'd ever seen in my life. The entire country was at the point of rioting. Two days later, I landed at my home airport, and no one even knew that there had BEEN a World Cup that year.

[moonhot97.livejournal.com]

Ketchup v Mustard, like it. I guess Portugal are relish and Germany mayonnaise? :)