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3 bites and you're out

Not much difference in the reports and reaction over here Birchy. Just sheer disbelief at the fact he's done it again. I also am still rolling back the years playing (high level) suburban over 30's "soccer" and we have two blokes from Uruguay on the team. Apart from being a great opportunity to make the obvious jokes as we got started in our game, I was able to gauge the mood of the natives which was no different to the masses, and it was clearly something for them that completely took the shine away from qualifying through the "difficult"group....

However, being on a bit of a delay, I now know we should have waited for the official Uruguay response before jumping to conclusions.....

Turns out, we had it wrong - today we had claims of photoshopped teeth marks (not sure how you do that with live video feed, but hey, I'm no expert ); "an inconsequential event" according to the skipper and a simple global media witch hunt for everyone's favourite pantomime villain.... 

So as we wait to see the size of cajones at FIFA as they assess the ban (6 games?? ), I leave you with one (entirely unsubstantiated heard on ESPN radio) fact from the game..... The ref in the game was a Mexican named Marco Rodríguez, whose nickname is Dracula because of his resemblance to a version of that character on Mexican TV ......brilliant!

 

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