My World Cup Runneth Over
 

 
Bola, bola, bola, bola... Bola... Bola...
 
 
   
 
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
 
Gads! I don't believe it! An Italian team incapable of defending a one-goal lead. Honestly, I thought it was over and done with, with five minutes left on the clock. Who the heck would have known that an Italian defender would not realise that this would be the ideal time to hoof the ball out instead of trying to control it (or some impression of bringing the ball under control).

And Paolo Maldini... goodness sakes, I know you're a left-back, but I'm sure you know as well as I do that the best place to challenge a striker for a ball in the air would be to be alongside him, preferably goal-side, not three feet behind him.

Hrmph. :(

 

 
   
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