Let's start with the obvious: I got nothin'. Stompdown fuckall.
You already know about the futbol thing. After Daniele De Rossi got a perfectly valid red card for deliberately elbowing Brian McBride in the face and drawing blood, evil corrupt referee Jorge Larrionda, target of allegations of ineptitude and worse before the last Cup, chose to send off Pablo Mastroeni for...uhm...I'm still not sure. It appeared to involve being American.
A miraculous, life-saving own goal sucked the US back into the game, but 15 minutes later Mastroeni was sent off, followed by the slow, elderly Eddie Pope a few minutes into the second half. Despite gallons of adrenaline, the US' was never able to convert and put away the goal that would've given them a much-deserved victory, partly because coach Bruce Arena coached the worst game of his life. He pulled off two players who were giving the team solid efforts and sparky play (Clint Dempsey and Bobby Convey), inserting self-loving wanker DaMarcus Beasley and the guy who wrote Heart of Darkness and, incredibly, never using his third sub.
So we're reduced to rooting for the Czechs to beat Italy, assuming that our boys (minus Pope and Mastroeni, which really shouldn't be a problem) can beat equally death-carded Ghana in their final group match.
See? Nothin'. Nothing you didn't already know, anyway. I'll try to have today's news along about Thursday or so.
Update: Ilse, who is a puritanical quibbleslut, points out, correctly (and just a wee bit gleefully), that I erred. If Italy beats the Czechs and the US beats Ghana, all is well in Uhmurka. A Czech victory means that the US must beat Ghana by enough goals to make up an astronomical goal differential that can barely be measured in numbers known to our mathematics. I apologize to all of my readers, including Ilse, who constitutes about 50 percent of that population. Of course, my rightness or wrongness (and yes, I was, in fact and of course, wrong) pales as a point, in the context of my beloved's puritanical quibbleslutitude.
Update II: I watched the video. Mastroeni slid on his side, and his right foot was, arguably, cleats-up. The red card was still clearly a make-up, and I think it was an unwarranted one. I'll buy the yellow card, though.
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