And So The World Cup Ended

It was quite a match to watch really. Especially during the first half, when Zidane scored the penalty and Italy scored an equaliser. Both sides were pretty bia mia. There were immense tussle for the ball on several occasions.

I had predicted that the Italians would win, given their very expert acting and diving and faking. I had hope the French would win, because the French played the very well. And in my definition, very well means good sportsmanship, good tactic, good passing... Italians don't score much on either of these. But they will score, I believe, because they played dirty. I have dislike them ever since they thrashed Australia in the undeserved penalty. And in the preceeding matches, their diving and tumbling skills were honed to excellence.

Uncle Zidane probably got so fed-up with all these pretenders that he decided to risk his reputation by plunging his head onto Materazzi and got sent off for that. It was a dumbfounding moment, for no one in the entire universe knew why Zidane did it. It was suppose to be his last international game, but why did he choose to end it that way? It not only reflected bad on him, it also put a stain on his team, who have played reasonably well in the entire game.

Haiz.

In the end, the Italians won. Through penalty shootout, none the less. I don't think any team in any game who won through penalty shootouts are "winners" at all. The Italians still do not get my vote as the deserving winner. They have really putted me off with their uncouthness and lack of sportsmanship to their opponents.

Bleahz. :(