Well, they lost. Again. And after I went and bought t-shirts and ballcaps!!
Just count me in as one of the ones making a left turn. Sigh. I did have to laugh at the tag line in the Daily Telegraph’s reporting of the Greece/Russia match on Saturday:
“Lightning does not strike twice, not even when the bolts are thrown from Olympus.”
Oh, well then. OK. I think the Brits are just showing their sour grapes off since they didn’t even manage to get a team into the Eurocup, anyway. So THERE.
I also loved the Greek team manager’s attitude. Check it out:
A miracle happened in 2004 but these kind of things occur once every 30 years, reflected Otto Rehhagel, the manager of Greece, who in Portugal oversaw a footballing earthquake. “I knew we would not be able to waltz through the group, we are not that good. But other teams will be going home, too – maybe both Italy and France,” he said.
Easy to say after the fact, no? But he had a smarter answer for the tougher questions…
“I know the games and I’m not going to play them with you. I know the question before you ask it,” he added. “I’ve said this before, Greece is a country where democracy was born so you can say what you want. Germany is also democracy which is why I’m free to say whatever I want.”
Germany?!? Hold on just a minute…
“I think the Acropolis has been around for several thousand years, and we won’t be around for that long – that keeps it in perspective,” the German said.
He’s GERMAN?!?!? Should have figured that out with a name like Otto, mind you. Was there some kind of fix, do you think?
(In case you’re wondering what in the name of Zeus the above cartoon means, I don’t know. But it came up inexplicably when I googled “big greek losers”.)
Anyway, at least I won’t miss any more
time off work sleep watching thinking about the soccer matches.
Instead, I can spend more quality time drooling over my latest British TV-inspired crush:
I know, I know – I need to get a life. Or at least get back to knitting (and no, I haven’t forgotten that this is a knitting blog). I have a very odd combo of finishitis and startitis at the same time… I’ve put aside my three WIPs, but can’t decide what to start next. Any suggestions for 800m or so of lovely blueberry mist sea silk?
Wishing you all a wonderful week…
3 thoughts on “Wherein the glory that was Hellas?!”
If you get a life, does that mean I don’t have to share the divine Robson with you?
I’ve apparently missed Otto’s point completely. I knew it was a bad idea to start drinking so early in the day.
I’m afraid I’m going to send a plasmoid of immense power in the direction of Toronto, unless you drop the drool over Robson Green, K. You’re not watching ‘Wire in the Blood’ by any chance? OK, I’m sorry: we can’t possibly fancy the same type of guys, right?
Otto’s comments are great fun! It’s sad the Greeks are out, but I’m still rooting for Portugal. And yes, the Brits are sour about not qualifying, but I don’t have a lot of sympathy. A bi-dental fork in the direction of the English FA, say I!