What else can I say about yesterday's France v Italy match other than it was sad. Ribery got hurt and I mean really hurt early on. Then the red card. Then Italy pretty much had a field day. Henry had chances to tie it up and maybe give Italy a run for their meatballs. Buuut, he didn't look much like the Henry of old and could not capitalize. The silly silly french.
If you want to know why they've failed, I only have one picture for you. Monsieur Raymond Domenech over there.
What does that face tell you? Here's what it tells me.
"What is that you say? I'm supposed to pick a team that can compete in the present!? How about I just cap all of the old relics from the World Cup final and sprinkle in some kid wonders that don't have much experience on the international level! Yeahhhhh, that's it! Oui Oui! That'll do!" It tells me that, and it also tells me that he doesn't have a clue. But that's just me. Can you believe that the night after he was bounced from the Euros he proposed to his girlfiend! How does this goofball even get a woman that hot? She's got to be at least fifteen years younger than him. Oh well, odds are he's fired anyway after a dismal showing.
How about the dutch? I'm so excited for them to be playing this well so far. Since our national team is always blah, I've associated myself with the dutch since I was little. I've got them going all the way. Hopefully they aren't too high all the time to disappoint me.