Stop Press: France Football Proposes Love of Materazzi!
By: Martha | December 26th, 2006
According to the magical of Google translator, it appears as if France Football — AKA the journal that awards the Golden Ball — is suggesting it’s time for all Frenchmen to love them some Materazzi (not physically, as far as I can tell, but since this is Google talking, I can’t really be sure). The magazine enumerated five specific reasons they feel make him worthy of love, primary among them the facts that “it has a good technique” and “it loves France.” Though one wonders how much respect is really being given to a guy they insist on referring to as “it,” you gotta love France Football for stepping up and telling everyone it’s time to get over the damn headbutt already.
Above all, they value Matrix for the same reason as Italy fans (I’m working on it, I swear I am.): Because he can score on a perfect bicycle kick one second, and turn in a stunning own-goal the next. He’s like that incorrigible kid you want to hate because he’s such a pain, but can’t help loving for those moments in which he succeeds beyond your wildest dreams. Or, if you prefer Google’s version, he “is able of beautiful technical gestures much, as this turned upside down goal in acrobatic against the Messina, or still … that own-goal of 40 meters in the slid spring to Empoli.” Almost brings a tear to your eye, doesn’t it?
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I’m giggling here. Why, oh why, am I on my parent’s dial-up connection with my daughter breathing down my neck to get on the computer when something like this comes up?
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I KNOW! Needless to say, I thought of you the moment I saw the story — tell your daughter to go read for a little while while you write us something brilliant, dammit. The world needs her mom right now.
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Ah, if only it were that simple. Computer time is the least of my problems here. Bob is getting tired of me e-mailing him and saying, “But this isn’t working!” To which he invariably responds, “Well, the problem isn’t on OUR end…” My login page won’t even load on my parents’ circa-2000 computer.
And then there’s my incredibly adorable dad, who is wanting to learn everything he can about this internet thing while we’re here and has a tendency to wander in and watch everything I’m doing over my shoulder. Which is okay if I’m doing things like like flight status (oh, yeah, by the way, we’re snowed in) but not so much when I’m trying to make a semi-racy comment about your Figo pictures… (And I have discovered that this computer takes AGES to X out of anything!!!)
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