This post of mine is a Post Script to the disappointing World Cup 2010.
I have followed them all on TV since I was a kid starting with my first in 1966, and can definitely say that this one was the worst ever from the neutral point of view (no Irish team there). The football on view was mostly crap compared to previous tournaments.
However, I was pleased to see the boys in blue, France, finally getting their comeuppance. Let's face it, after that double hand ball of Henry's in the qualifier with the Irish Republic, Les Bleus did not deserve to be in South Africa. When they did play there they failed to win a single match and got unceremoneously dumped out of the tournament. However, they did not go out without a squeal; because Anelka had fallen out with the French coach, the French squad ganged up in favour of Anelka and virtually mutinied. Not surprising then that in the forthcoming friendly involving the French, the new manager and former international, Laurent Blanc, has dropped all 23 of the World Cup squad.
That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she/he sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end.
The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you.
Last edited by Ella; 07-23-10 at 06:47 PM.