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The world cup finally caught fire last night in a spectacular day of football. I was refreshed from my self imposed ‘night-off’ (reduction to watching only 1.5 games of the 3) the previous night and sat down to watch my trio of games with much relish last night.
First up was Argentina vs South Korea, in my opinion the verification of the top two places in that group. Argentina looked majectic again, going forward, and Higuain scored what will be the easiest hat-trick of his life. The office worker equivalent would be a bloke sat with his feet on the desk all day, sipping a beer, and then taking credit for his team’s achievements at the end of the day. Messi, Tevez and Di Maria did all the legwork and put goals on a plate for him. The match further confirmed my belief though, that like last time, Argentina will ook like world beaters, smashing some teams into oblivion, but will struggle against a team who can themselves attack. Still the fullbacks look woeful and they threw in some central defensive frailty to boot.
Second up was Greece v Nigeria, and thanks to the idiotic sending off Greece lucked a win. 2 poor teams, and the fact that either still has a hope of qualifying is a miracle. South Korea are still my favourites to nab second in the group – they troubled Argentina for a lengthy spell, and should do what the y need to against Nigeria in game 3.
Last up was Mexico vs France, and one for the voyeurs, hoping to watch the chaos unfold. And so it did. Blood and thunder at last. A really fast game. My top moments from the game:
Brilliant beer throwing celebrations by the Mexicans, wildly emptying their bottles all over each other.
Blanco, again gracing the pitch with his unfit trundle, and then securing legend status by slotting the penalty.
A piece of commentary gold, where Gallas was described as looking “like a gazelle that had just flopped out of its mother’s womb” – an image that I didn’t want to conjour, then inevitably did, but couldn’t find the relevance or applicability of it to the situation…
I’m back in my bubble again, ready for Germany vs Serbia when I get home, and then England.

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