psychosomatic
anywhere one looks in the internet there's always an item about italy and france's battle for the first place. and anywhere one looks there's always something about zidane's red card. even those who rooted for italy are still wondering what got to zidane's mind to head-butt materazzi. nobody saw it coming, not even materazzi himself. it was a sad scene to see, a great player ending his career with a red card. but as analysts said it wouldn't tarnish zizou's legacy. in fact he was still voted player of the year.
enough with zidane.
i was groaning in pain monday after downing 2 shots of brandy and 2 glasses of white wine sunday evening with an empty stomach. but that didn't stop me from watching the final match, delayed as usual (live telecast which i had earlier planned is a staggering P3,800 pay-per-view !!!!). i had to bear with persistent pang in my stomach as the game progressed. good materazzi made that goal just a few minutes after zidane's penalty kick. otherwise the pain i felt would have aggravated and become psychosomatic; the relief i was expecting from several cups of tea would never have come.
it was a great game, there was no telling what would ensue after each attempt for a goal. i was dumbstruck when on the 16th minute of the second half toni made a goal but there was just a momentary jubilation. for about two minutes, the score was there on the screen, italy 2 – france 1, then it was back to 1-1. that i could not understand why. i heard the commentator say something like toni shot too early. anyway, they didn’t raise hell, so why should i?
the extra time was something to look forward to. it was still fresh in everyone's mind that italy beat germany 2-0 during the last three minutes of the extra time, they could do it to france. but something else happened, that much talked about head-butting incident that led zidane to bid au revoir.
the penalty shoot out could take one's breath away. suddenly, i didn't feel any pain in my stomach but i could hear my heart beating fast. and so it happened, 5-3 in favor of italy. yeissss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! need i say more?
enough with zidane.
i was groaning in pain monday after downing 2 shots of brandy and 2 glasses of white wine sunday evening with an empty stomach. but that didn't stop me from watching the final match, delayed as usual (live telecast which i had earlier planned is a staggering P3,800 pay-per-view !!!!). i had to bear with persistent pang in my stomach as the game progressed. good materazzi made that goal just a few minutes after zidane's penalty kick. otherwise the pain i felt would have aggravated and become psychosomatic; the relief i was expecting from several cups of tea would never have come.
it was a great game, there was no telling what would ensue after each attempt for a goal. i was dumbstruck when on the 16th minute of the second half toni made a goal but there was just a momentary jubilation. for about two minutes, the score was there on the screen, italy 2 – france 1, then it was back to 1-1. that i could not understand why. i heard the commentator say something like toni shot too early. anyway, they didn’t raise hell, so why should i?
the extra time was something to look forward to. it was still fresh in everyone's mind that italy beat germany 2-0 during the last three minutes of the extra time, they could do it to france. but something else happened, that much talked about head-butting incident that led zidane to bid au revoir.
the penalty shoot out could take one's breath away. suddenly, i didn't feel any pain in my stomach but i could hear my heart beating fast. and so it happened, 5-3 in favor of italy. yeissss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! need i say more?
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