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Last night, lying on the couch wrapped in a blanket and reading his book, my companion said, thoughtfully, “Now is about the time I wouldn’t mind watching some football.” Ah, if only we had a TV. But we don’t! I decided to act some out for him, make him feel at home. I snatched up a basket that was lying about and clutched it jealously against my ribs, made a scuttled rush across the floor, growling. Arr, I said, growwwwr. Dumped the basket just inside the next doorway and rolled and fell, invisibly tackled from behind. Rawwwwwr, I said: rawwwwwwwr! (That’s the crowd). He watched, marking his place with a long finger. “That was good. But when I say football, really I am talking about soccer.” The European game! Oh, then… I sat down and we went back to our books.
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The only true football, is the round ball international one, and i say that as an Australian born guy who has tried playing the other football codes here [and follows and appreciates their attributes]. May the soon to kick off, perhaps biggest collective global event -the World Cup- this edition in Brazil be a great, beautiful celebration…..May good sportsmanship and fair play prevail- there will be winners and losers, but Jogo Bonito the beautiful game and collective joy [rather than over the top national patriotism] are the real thing! :) :D <3
What no soccer charades’ report?! ;)
Oh Jon, it does seem to be somehow a more elegant game, doesn’t it? I don’t know why. I know little about either but the one feels more like flying and the other more like ploughing people down. If someone turned up at my doorstep with a ball under their arm I know I’d rather go down to the park to play soccer than football.
Sufiyo, I guess I used up my energy spurt on the footy facsimile and then had none left to mimic soccer. D’oh!
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Come watch the world cup at my house!!!