FIFA World Cup – if all else fails…use a hammer

I feel after yesterday’s post I need to write a follow-up. No, I did not cry when Holland was eliminated from the tournament. And come on. It was an excellent game.

I am wondering who to support in the final, though. On the one hand I’m thinking Germany. My ancestors on both maternal and paternal side come from there, and I know how to make glühwein to enjoy during the match. On the other hand I have no problem supporting Argentina after their performance last night.

Really, I just want to see what happens when when the German scoring machine encounters that Argentinian defence. I’ll rather not support anyone and just enjoy the show.

I fear I might be turning into a fan. (I even looked up the meaning of “offside” the other day…)

I’m not too big on sports. Some of my countrymen would say that just makes me a poor South African. Especially the fact that I don’t particularly enjoy rugby (but considering that we are probably the only country in the world who fired our coach after the national team won the World Cup can you blame me?)

I watch the odd game of cricket (and by watch I mean I don’t mind it playing on the television while I’m busy with other stuff in the house) and at one point I even knew the names of the players in the national squad. However, at the moment the only player in all of international and local cricket I can identify by sight is Hashim Amla. Must be the beard.

And then there’s soccer. I’ve never been able to get excited about Bafana Bafana. I was not particularly upset when they dropped out of the FIFA World Cup in 2010 and, knowing they only made it into the tournament that year because we were the host nation, I wasn’t at all surprised when they did not qualify this year either.

(Hmmm. That does sound frightfully unpatriotic…) Continue reading “On sports and other stuff that make people cry” →