Aldo This World

Well I hope you've been enjoying the World Cup telecast so far, I know I have. So much in fact that I had an incredibly lonely five days last week just trying to fit in as much viewing as possible. No seriously, it got to Friday and I was desperate for some kind of human companionship. Let that serve as a warning for all you loners out there, it's unhealthy to cut yourself off from human contact! and while I'm at it, I hate hate hate all this bandwagon jumping and non-Harry Kewell-critiscising media. Everyone wants a piece of the World Cup pie, commercial television going it's hardest while clearly having no idea what they are talking about. And, for anyone who didn't watch last night's game, Harry Kewell missed a complete sitter, but you literally wouldn't read about it. Nothing on the news, nothing on the web. I mean, it's gotta be the miss of the tournament, but instead of accepting we lost because of our poor finishing it's all '....oh the referree was against us" and "....the courageous Socceroos fought valiantly and left the field with their heads held high". BUGGER OFF YOU PAROCHIAL TOSSERS! We lost because we didn't have the class of the other team. Oh yeah, Schwarzer buggered up as well on that second goal. I still wholeheartedly support the Socceroos, I guess I'm just angry at the media.

Anyway lets focus on the good and by good I mean outstanding. If you only remember one player from this World Cup, remember Paraguay's number two 'keeper Aldo 'El Gato' Bobadilla. He was perhaps not expected to play a game, but all this changed when the first choice keeper Justo Villar, tore his calf muscle in the opening minutes of the game versus England. He didn't concede a goal in that game and in the following game against Sweden he made a string of acrobatic saves to keep out the Scandanavians until the dying stages. Sure, he probably makes a lot of the saves look flashy, but everybody loves a showman.

Anyhoo, I hope some big European club signs this guy on and he becomes some kind of legend who plays some really great games, but at the same time make some shocking and hilarious mistakes and is remembered as a great personality and becomes chief of the U.N. and wins TIME Magazines person of the year award and discovers the cure for cancer and writes a musical about some girl who he thought would always be available, but then married someone else, but would have said yes if he had asked her and finds Jimmy Hoffa's body and goes on Deal or No Deal and wins and kicks Andrew O'Keefe in the groin and rejects the money out of principle and while he's at it kicks random commercial television sports presenters in the groin for pretending to like soccer and convinces all the countries of the world to spend less on space travel and armaments and more on looking after the needy and becomes Paraguay's greatest export and becomes a Christian and tells all his teammates about God and uses his profile to help other people and pops by for a coffee so he can give me some goalkeeping tips and stays for a serve of my mums Shepherd's Pie and releases an ill concieved and extremely poorly made pop song that playfully complains that women are so hard to understand but 'God love 'em anyway' and reads this blog so he can tell me what he thinks and learns English prior to reading my blog so he can fully grasp my admiration of his talents and doesn't become disoriented by my lack of punctuation and poor sentence structure and dies satisfied.................

Yeah, that's about it really.