World Cup - The End

(Des, don't read this. It's about football)

So, it's over.
I can still hear the horns outside - and mind you, I don't live exactly in the city center.
*sigh* I really hoped that France would win, with Henry and all those other nice people (shame they hadn't Lizerazu on the team anymore). And Zidane? I like him, but that was really, really stupid of him. Hormones. Tsk.
Barthez, who is one of the coolest keepers ever (apart from Lehmann, Kahn and James, of course), needs a hug. He did really well, this year, only the penalty wasn't his kind of thing (not like with Lehmann, who was brilliant).
I am not happy with how the cup ended. I mean, it was nice to see happy men running around and all, but why the Italians? They kicked us out! *shakes fist* Besides, I was a fan of Germany, England, Japan, France and Sweden anyway.
So ... The Cup of Europe in two years for Germany? I certainly hope so. And the the World Cup in 2010, of course. Until then: No more (or really not that much) football blabber.

Need to go to bed now. Have to get up early.

About Disney and life

"That whole, entire ‘someday-my-prince-will-come,’ ‘happily-ever-after’ bullshit. Yeah. They spoon-feed it to us from a young age until we can’t meet anyone without wondering what our name will sound like next to theirs and what will they look like in thirty years. Then when we get a little bit older, those two things are accompanied by picturing them naked."

from My Life with Dean, Or How Disney Nearly Ruined My Relationship - go and read it!