The Beautiful Game.

Yes yes, I'm here to talk about the world cup again, haha. Theres just so much about it than just the game countries play for fame and glory.

Some interesting things of this world cup are the 'Emo' reddish-faced managers jumping around and getting so agitated during matches (like Guus Hiddink: cursing swearing one minute, joyously celebrating Australia's goal the next moment in their opening match against Japan), unusual player names like yupi yapo and akwa, which sounds even more interesting through the commentator's pronounciation, and the goal celebrations such as Spain's Fernando Torres' superhero pose and that Ecuador spiderman celebration thing, but I look forward to that amusing Robo-crouch dance celebration which is yet to be seen. Not to mention the delicious soccer babes and female fans in the crowd that the camera-man likes to focus on during half-time or in between set-pieces, and the soccer players whom female fans think are 'sooo cuteeee!'. See, theres eye-candy for everyone! (:

Another thing that caught my attention was the world cup slogan "A time to make friends, say no to racism." This makes the world cup a significant period as people of all different races and religions unite to catch the action together, bonding people better than signed treaties between two nations. Not only does this promote brotherhood, it also sort of diverts attention off the daily news of increasing crime rates or discoveries of life-threatening diseases found in new places.

But of course there are downsides to the world cup, like rising cases of gambling (soccer betting) and inevitable post match hooligan rampages on streets of Germany. Injuries are also the most devastating thing that can happen to any player, such as England's Michael Owen who twisted his knee and ruptured his right knee ligament, ouch.

Finally, imagine what a goal in the world cup can do. It can help one country win and bring fame, fortune and glory, yet it can bring sorrow upon another country and its supporters, as well as those old ah peks in the coffeeshops who had just lost their bets on the match.

Who says soccer is only about 22 grown men chasing after a ball? (: