Euro 2008

It seems to be on every night, and yet, as Peet puts it on a recent post on his blog, it’s only 22 men running around after a pig’s bladder … I don’t get it, what’s the attraction of watching 22 divas pretend to be dying any time one of the opposing, garishly clad, team members gets within a foot of them? And 90 minutes for heavens sake, 30 minutes all told would be nearer the mark, and make for something more exciting to watch – yes, mea culpa, I fall asleep on the sofa watching football! – wouldn’t they all try a little harder to actually get the ball IN the net if they only had 30 minutes?

Last night it was bright orange (that’ll be the Netherlands!) against whites (Russia, in white, doesn’t seem logical to me, and not very pactical either when they’re falling around on wet grass, but anyway, white they were) and some more amusing names (Zhirkov came out sounding quite funny, till the commentator stopped to think about it) too. Luckily, my Partner in Crime took pity on me and The Boy about 40 minutes in, and we watched a really cool film instead, called Tron. No divas in Tron,  no feigning injury and getting free kicks, no! Although there was a fair sprinkling of bright colours so you knew who the goodies and baddies were! The Master Computer Programme and his cronies (in red) were doing away with programmes (in blue) like nobody’s business with tanks and flying things that would have been at home in Star Wars (the old ones), all very edge of your seat!

So my sum up for this post? Don’t watch the football (Spain versus Italy tonight, I wonder what colours they’ll be in?), but try Tron instead!

~ by harrietdg on June 22, 2008.