Your friendly bookie loves you. You’re the only reason he continues to trek on through an otherwise meaningless life. The Daily Grind gives a modest taste of the sublime in addition to the euphoria associated with cold hard cash. That’ll do. Nevertheless, there remains something more important. It’s called “friends and football”. ; ) ; ) May we forever find time for that. ; )
It’s a most wonderful feeling when the Flag of your Father captures the Title and, by extension, the world. It’s almost indescribable. All the exhaustion and pettiness of one’s otherwise perfunctory life melts away. A surge of rhapsodic fervor springs forth from deep inside. The ecstasy of victory certainly proves ephemeral, but it’s an experience that will remain unforgettable.
The fact that I’ve played some small role in helping form fervent fanatics devoid of any common sense surely must be that “difference” my Kindergarten teacher kept insisting I would make in the world. Very flattering. Very touching. To remain aloof from this insanity would be in some ways disingenuous of me. This is why I’ve elected to afford you an opportunity to bet on your team whilst still doing everything in my power to discourage it.
This game is a VERY SKEWED mismatch on paper. The Japanese have been known to pull miraculous 54,827 Hit Combos out of their ass, but have about as much chance of winning here as poor Angurius had against Mechagodzilla. (The knowledge of an insomniac occasionally extends beyond C-Span)
Following the conservative, disciplined approach to Germany Norio Sasaki evidently told the Nadeshiko to play with reckless abandon. In a stage of the tournament they have no business being in, against an unquestionably stronger team, with nothing to lose and a cajoling media pumping them up, look for them to encroach as many as nine players early. “Banzai, motherfuckers!” In American parlance, “Kitchen Sink” will be the watchword. They won’t let up.
Other than these two sparkplugs, there isn’t another bench player who has logged significant minutes. Candidly, it will be up to the same squad that has played the entire tournament to deliver another improbably all out, maximum effort performance. They may well succeed in doing so, but let’s look at the team they face.
As it turns out, Sauerbrunn handled her rather demanding assignment with aplomb. For an outfielder with only 11 international caps to step in late in a tournament and provide such ideal miserly defending is no small feat. Another move advocated by a certain rambling idiot happened to be flipping Wambach and Rodriguez’s advancing assignments. This worked splendidly. Not playing as the lead striker appeared to allow Wambach to find her rhythm at her own pace. After Rodriguez was substituted, Wambach reclaimed the role and both her touch and timing were immaculate.
The U.S. won the inaugural tournament in 1991 and Brandi Chastain took off her shirt in 1999. Germany is the two time defending world champions, winning in 2003 and 2007. A win on Sunday will make you the UNCONTESTED ALL-TIME CHAMPIONS OF WORLD FOOTBALL (provided what happens to be between your legs is irrelevant). Please treat this as a cause for great celebration. A world champion is not crowned perfunctorily. This should ideally be a special day for you.