Damn, it is not easy to watch a football match when you want both Portugal & France to score and yet you want both Portugal & France goalkeepers to stop the ball. So damn frust I ended up munching almost a packet of Kacang Menglembu Cap Pagoda.
I had totally forgotten about Barthez. My hero from the footballs of yesteryears. I like Barthez because he is always smiling. From Man U to FIFA World Cup. So cool lah, this man.
And my Zidane….wow, so man. How he flicked the ball in. So stylish. Tricked the goalkeeper like that. *swoons at the veins on his head, those sweats….* Keep swooning at Zidane and Luis Figo, keep muttering , ouch, my Luis Figo is in pain *pinching atm’s thigh*, Keep muttering, wahhhhh…Zidane so man, so in command, is he the captain ah? *rubbing atm’s thigh*
Atm, “So kacau, you go to sleep lah.”
Me,”Cannot, if I am not watching, Zidane and Figo got no moral support to play. Why ah Zidane wear a band on his arm? Why ah?”
Atm, “He is the captain lah.”
Me, “Oooohh…captain ah, no wonder he is so man.” *swoons*
Atm, “Ok, half time, go to sleep!”
Me, “You promise to tell me who wins later ok? If still France 1 and Portugal 0, no need lah.” ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
So, yeah, I am going to cook something Italian and French for World Cup final. Yes, spaghetti and french fries. But the french fries will win.