London Adventures
Soccer/Football Mania
I'm not really the person to be using the phrase "football mania" simply because I'm not a football fan. Right now I sorta have to be one because of the craze around the World Cup. Plus, watching soccer for just one month per year is a fair deal and I am willing to bear with watching the game for that limited amount of time.
Today was special, though. Not only because there was a game between England and Portugal (yes, I am now am official English fan; I'd better be one in a couple of months), but because of the approach we had to watching the game.
Katya, Misha, and I met up at the Arena Mladost Theater where they show all the soccer games live on a huuuge screen in a huuuge hall where you can eat huuuge amounts of popcorn. Showing football games in a theater is actually a pretty cool concept. That way you almost feel as if you're right there at the stadium, watching the game from up close. Here are the highlights of the night:
British kids - horrible, pink little girls and red and white boys dressed like Rooney. It didn't bother me that they were British, but, come on, taking 6-year olds to a soccer game?! Ugh! How gross can you get! One girl in particular was super annoying and spent half the game sitting upside down in her seat (yes, a very weird sight indeed).
Mental guy - there was this man who decided to sit right next to us of all the free seats in the hall. I know, we have that quality of attracting random guys (not cute though), but this time we had managed to make a crazy one sit next to us. Seriously, he was talking to himself! He also kept changing his team favor every 20 mins. We did get a little bit freaked out from that encounter... It's good that he wasn't a psycho killer; one of those killers who look completely ordinary and have a name such as John Smith or Ivan Petrov, but turn out to be twisted, sick people.
The crowd - it was great listening to what everyone else was saying during the game. "Darn you, why didn't you kick that ball right? What are you doing, morons, get the ball!" were some of the exclamations, along with others that weren't as censored. The hall was divided into the British and Portugese fan clubs, and it was amusing to watch the reactions of all people as one or the other team tried to score. There's also something about mass excitement that makes you take part in the whole shouting process even though you're not all that enthusiastic about rooting soccer teams.
Weird guy - ugh, this one was gross. There was a guy who kept scratching his butt all through the break between the two half-times! Yuck! And he was sitting right in front of us! He was British, too.
The game itself was not too thrilling. England lost miserably after the penalty kicks. Joe Cole didn't play during the entire game (Bulgarian sports announcers seem to love the "Magnificent Joe Cole"). Lampard played like a moron. Rooney acted like a hothead and got a red card in return. Beckham, oh, poor Beckham! He cried, not only because of his injury, but because his team sucked that night. The English missed 4 great chances to score... and missed them in a moronic way. Nope, I wasn't happy with the way they played. At least it was fun. Listening to the commentary is always a blast because Bulgarian announcers simply love stating the obvious ("It looks like both teams are trying really hard to score a goal"), mocking players ("And Crouch has trouble waving his arms around the terrain"), or saying plain old stupid things ("The players are throwing many heads in both directions"). It was a good, relaxing evening.
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After that we went to ACS again! We had our final final goodbye with Teri and Koda. That was fun, too. We planned on staying for just 5 mins, but we ended up spending 2 hours there. Yep. So now we've officially said bye to everyone. I can now move along to yet another episode of "Gilmore Girls" (darn that movie mania!) See ya'll later!
Today was special, though. Not only because there was a game between England and Portugal (yes, I am now am official English fan; I'd better be one in a couple of months), but because of the approach we had to watching the game.
Katya, Misha, and I met up at the Arena Mladost Theater where they show all the soccer games live on a huuuge screen in a huuuge hall where you can eat huuuge amounts of popcorn. Showing football games in a theater is actually a pretty cool concept. That way you almost feel as if you're right there at the stadium, watching the game from up close. Here are the highlights of the night:
British kids - horrible, pink little girls and red and white boys dressed like Rooney. It didn't bother me that they were British, but, come on, taking 6-year olds to a soccer game?! Ugh! How gross can you get! One girl in particular was super annoying and spent half the game sitting upside down in her seat (yes, a very weird sight indeed).
Mental guy - there was this man who decided to sit right next to us of all the free seats in the hall. I know, we have that quality of attracting random guys (not cute though), but this time we had managed to make a crazy one sit next to us. Seriously, he was talking to himself! He also kept changing his team favor every 20 mins. We did get a little bit freaked out from that encounter... It's good that he wasn't a psycho killer; one of those killers who look completely ordinary and have a name such as John Smith or Ivan Petrov, but turn out to be twisted, sick people.
The crowd - it was great listening to what everyone else was saying during the game. "Darn you, why didn't you kick that ball right? What are you doing, morons, get the ball!" were some of the exclamations, along with others that weren't as censored. The hall was divided into the British and Portugese fan clubs, and it was amusing to watch the reactions of all people as one or the other team tried to score. There's also something about mass excitement that makes you take part in the whole shouting process even though you're not all that enthusiastic about rooting soccer teams.
Weird guy - ugh, this one was gross. There was a guy who kept scratching his butt all through the break between the two half-times! Yuck! And he was sitting right in front of us! He was British, too.
The game itself was not too thrilling. England lost miserably after the penalty kicks. Joe Cole didn't play during the entire game (Bulgarian sports announcers seem to love the "Magnificent Joe Cole"). Lampard played like a moron. Rooney acted like a hothead and got a red card in return. Beckham, oh, poor Beckham! He cried, not only because of his injury, but because his team sucked that night. The English missed 4 great chances to score... and missed them in a moronic way. Nope, I wasn't happy with the way they played. At least it was fun. Listening to the commentary is always a blast because Bulgarian announcers simply love stating the obvious ("It looks like both teams are trying really hard to score a goal"), mocking players ("And Crouch has trouble waving his arms around the terrain"), or saying plain old stupid things ("The players are throwing many heads in both directions"). It was a good, relaxing evening.
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