Damn I haven't written on my blog...

Yes I am still alive, and Sweden is sooooooo coooooool that I can't find the time to write. So just a few words about a subject that interests me a lot: ME, hehe!

Week end was GREAT! Beautiful weather, went shopping with sweetheart, I was on a credit card killing spree. A pair of pants, a shirt, and another shirt (my first Dolce & Gabbana). Was not sure about it but when I saw the look on my sweet A's face...

Sunday spents washing, jogging, cooking, and... yeah, alright I'm going to talk about it: the final game of the worldcup. I guess a gazillion people comment about it and draw judgments and conclusions so I will just put my remarks and no conclusions, because honestly, who am I to judge some of the best players in the world?

- What Zidane did is unexcusable. You do not hit a guy on the field, period. On the other hand I can barely imagine what he went through during this whole cup. The media, the unbearable love of millions of people and the pressure, the pressure, the pressure... So he blew off, we all do. I am just very sad that he blew off at the worse moment.
- Italians are the worse actors of football. If I had gotten 1 dollar for each time one of these guys fell, allegedly screamed in pain, and then stood up to go on running like an antelope, I could pay my entire second year at the GSB. Add to it 10 bucks for each T shirt pulled and I can even replace my PC, TV set, and buy a Home Cinema system. It is unbarable, honestly. It brings some kind of a really bad feeling. Honestly, if Italians had won fair all along and square, I would even have cheered for their victory and smoked the cigar I reserved for France. But with such a 'constantly at the brink of dishonesty' attitude, my cigar stayed where it is: in my humidor.
- To be kicked out at penalty, that is really s***. Penalty is lottery, and you could see it on the french players face: after Zidane was gone, the heart was gone.

All in al, a bitter final. Congrats to Germany who was the real winner: the best organized world cup ever, and 'allez Zidane, on t'aimera toujours'. I scream often at people who judge me based on one event (co-chairs of different clubs, you know who you are). You judge a man by the sum of his achievements. Zidane, you still are the greatest. I will go on wearing my #10 T-shirt with your name on it with pride.