Tuesday, June 20, 2006

The football World Cup in New York..

My soul is dying; bit by bit. My epitaph should read "done in by the ESPN 2 commentators".

All through my childhood, then teenage years, every four years, I used to wait anxiously for the football (I refuse to call it soccer) world cup.

Well, this year, sitting pretty in New York, I was thrilled that I would get to experience how "ze americans" viewed, what i think, is the world's greatest sport.

Sigh, my expectations have taken a beating. And why? Because of the way they commentate. Have a dekko of some of the gems I've recently had to hear.

> And that was a lovely pass to "Michael Beckham", he is a master of the set piece. (a hushed whisper) and then "I'm sorry, I meant to say David Beckham; I mixed him up with Michael Owen!".

> "Well, the DEEfense and the OFFense just ain't doing it for England today. All they're doing is playing in their side of the third!" I desperately try and locate that elusive piece of turf called "the third". Then my friend reminds me that its taken from the american football game where distances are measured in units of 10 yards. No concept of halves anymore, its now all "bottom of the third" now.

> "The plays aren't happening tonight. These guys don't know how to do the old you-me". "You-Me"? I was giggling now. They have taken the classical 1-2 and made it the "You-me" step. Ah bliss!

blah.

so now I've decided to bite the bullet and, watch the matches while tuning into a mexican channel. With the commentary and the "GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLL".

:)

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