You Serious?? (Blog 79)

It’s my date of birth! :O It’s also another day of football I could be writing about. So what do I do? Do I celebrate my special day or do I get down to blogging? Actually I’ve decided to move my partying and general enjoymenting to tomorrow. ‘Just so you could do some extra work?? You trouper!’ Well, actually I shifted the date because I really wanted to go go karting today, but apparently horse racing is going on for effectively all of it at the same place. That means no driving on the tracks. But who cares? It’s just a number I’m going to be acknowledging at the end of the day. What kind of person celebrates a number? Sure I like the pleasing aesthetics of times such as 12:34:56 on electric clocks or the palindromic 11:11:11. In fact, when watching a DVD with apparent full attention yesterday, my eyes were immediately drawn to its timer when it said ’01:23’. However, if I were to miss such numbers or indeed any numbers, I wouldn’t be particularly upset. Life goes on. ‘But hang on, why not just have the birthday today and go go karting tomorrow as an after party? Na. That would suck.

Football, then! To start things off, the English team are singing their national anthem louder than their enemies, Sweden. Does that mean they have more desire to succeed? Once again, you’ll have to wait till the end of this blog to find out. For now, let’s talk about another theory, here goes: England are wearing red, the colour of passion (according to some psych sites) and Sweden are wearing yellow, which can either signify cheerfulness or cowardice. If the former, the match should be close. Eng would have the drive as they are subconsciously influenced by their clothes, but the Swedes should have the not so different positivity. If the tone signifies wussiness however, Sweden don’t have a chance for obvious reasons. Things could go either way, so let’s forget about that hypothesis, for now… … … After nothing really happening for a good 29 minutes… Eng scored! I’m speechless. I’m not typeless though, which I’m surprised to learn is an actual real word, even if it is not exactly standard. I thought I was going Shakespeare again, but apparently not. But that’s not important, England are in front! How about that? OMG Eng nearly scored just before the break! Things are looking super duper…

Ok, the second half has started. Will the proven to be passionate team keep kicking bum and will the mysterious Swedes reveal what yellow really means once and for all?? Argh! It seems they ARE cheerful! They nearly scored! At this moment passion is still beating happiness, though. Lol, the commentator just said ‘Berk!’ I was thinking ‘were did THAT come from? There’s no need for insults…’ Then I realised that was a player’s name. After that minor detour, let’s go to the…. 58 minute gooooaalll!!!! Go Englaaaaand! Yeah! I liked the way the word ‘goal’ flashed in white and red in the top TV screen corner, but it would be nice if some cartoon balloons were added, just to lighten things up a bit, Facebook style. Just a thought, I guess it’s not important. 2 nil, though! Epic stuff. Despite some very near Swede goals, Sweden are STILL apparently cowards. ‘Hey, I’m Swedish and I’m not a coward!’ Of course, of course, what I mean is the colour is making them act like a bunch of wimps. Joking again, I do apologise. They’re still not wusses. Still though, they’re not as good as England. :P And on that mild insult, I’ll finish things here after pointing out that the louder singing team did indeed win almost certainly with the help of their colours. A double whammy. Bye!