Thursday, 2 July
Spacedog:
Speak all you want of your so-called clubs, give me the World Cup any day. I know now that sport is no longer your bailiwick, but I recall a time when you shared my enthusiasms to that end.
For instance, wasnt it you who demanded we beat our way on foot to the very first World Cup proceedings in Uruguay back in 30? How long did that take us again? Five months? Having started in Le Havre certainly added to the length of the trip, did it not? And whilst there, wasnt it also you who wagered your shoes on the outcome of the Mexico-Argentina game? (Those Mexies are sure to triumph, was your quote of the day.) Need I remind you of the 6-3 score in favor of the Argentine and your consequent blistering on the long walk home? To compound matters you suddenly switched allegiances for the Final. You shouted Those Argies are certain to win now! and proceeded to wager my shoes on the outcome, which, of course, went to the hosting Uruguayans 4-2. No doubt youll recall that I made you carry me most of the way home. We were poor then, but oh what fun, hey? (That was you, wasnt it? Or am I remembering it all wrong?)
In any event I know you were with me in 54 to see Hungary trounce plucky little South Korea 9-0. As I recall you did put a sizable chunk down on the Hunkadoros -- as you called them -- but they failed to cover the 10-point spread (point spreads in a soccer game -- who knew?) and once again, we were forced to walk home, only by this time we had lots more money and homes all over the damn place so it was no great chore to walk from Switzerland to your villa on the Riviera. Oh memories.
In any event, I am forced to watch this years cup here at home on the television (I am watching the Finnish telecasts via satellite. I find the dry tone of their commentators refreshing, although I cant make out a word. theyre saying) as the French wont let me inside their borders for reasons which Im hoping you will refamiliarize me. Was it something I said?
I go now,
Werner
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