World Cup has ended! Let us bid farewell to late night soccer binges and coffee shop talks of the World Cup. This entry came a tad too late since the most celebrated event of the year had come to a closure, two days ago. However, every single earthling should agree with me that the last match in Berlin, was the most exciting and controversial one, of all. Italy won. (rolls eyes) But they played dirty. No genuine glory for them. Fine.Fine. Football fanatics or Azzuris supporters may violently disagree with my statement, since I am such an ardent supporter of France.

The politically correct way of commenting Italy is that; yes, they are such a good team and they deserved to bring home the solid gold trophy. Of course they did not play dirty. They were just being tactical. They knew the right method to irk Zidane psychologically, so much so that he had to be sent off due to an absurd red card. Obviously, without the French's most honourable player, they were able to perfectly lead the game, to their own advantage. Tactics my man, just plain tactics.

Nevertheless, the phrase "all is fair in love and war" strangely holds true even for the game of soccer. Legendary Zidane won the golden ball award although he failed to bring France to championship. Thank God.

I watched the final match of the World Cup with my fellow cousins who were staying over at my house. It was rather wonderful to have them over. They certainly spiced up the experience. We snacked out and goofed around, no, they goofed around. Haha.. Lovely time.  ¶ 1:06 PM