Please Do Cry for Me Argentina
Four years ago I was hanging out in a pub in London with a friend during World Cup madness. Argentina was playing Mexico and, because we were in England, the majority of the crowd was supporting Mexico. A couple young fellows asked what was the matter with us and cheerfully explained that we were the bad guys (we’d met while studying in Buenos Aires, which meant we were kitted out in baby blue and white). You bet your ass that I was screaming for victory when Argentina trounced Mexico.
Then before I’d had a chance to feel happy for finally supporing a winning team for once (I typically root for Ireland), Germany came along and destroyed us. Oh well, I thought, there’s always next time…four years from now.
This time the Argentines seemed to be on fire. Diego Maradona may not be your ideal coach (or human being, for that matter), but he is legend. How could a player not feel pumped about scoring for his country when his idol (who looks like he may now be better suited for the Mines of Moria) kisses and embraces him whenever he subs in for another player?
Alas, it was not meant to be. And, unfortunately for myself, there were further implications involved. My friend Raf, who you may remember because of his little buddy Chewy, decided to make it real. Devastated that his team, Mexico, had lost yet again to the superior Argentines, he bet me that there was no chance Argentina could beat Germany. I virtually laughed at him via gchat and agreed to a wager. Whoever lost must not only praise the other via blog post, but must also send him or her something completely ridiculous from Amazon. Well, fine. We lost. Again. STUPID GERMANY!
So here you have it:
RAF IS THE SUPREME EMPEROR AND MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE!
I’m not going to say what I got him off of Amazon because I don’t want to ruin the surprise- perhaps I’ll update later, but it is pretty amazing. It may be semi Star Wars related and it may be the best stupidest thing ever. Please enjoy your prize but please note that come 2014 you will suffer defeat once more.
If you’re confused about the photo gallery up top, those are some rather zealous fans at a Boca game in Buenos Aires. Just imagine the sound of vuvuzelas being replaced with cries of “Maradoooooooooooonaaaa!” and “Dale dale dale dale dale dale dale boca” mixed with their tears when the stupid Germans tromped all over their steak and mate infused dreams.
