I swear to GOD, after this tournament, no more football for me. No, this is not a vuvuzela problem. Let them blow, I say. This is about me not being able to stand it when someone loses. So basically, it's a girl thing. Granted, I did not want to see the Italians in the playoffs. Can't really abide them, I don't care how scorching hot Cannavaro is. And he is. Like, very. But I digress. The Italians are not my favourite side, is what I'm getting at. But I'm still sad, because they're sad. I want to take them home and bake them cakes. No, probably not; couldn't bake my way out of a paper bag. Could do waffles, I suppose. But I digress again. All I'm saying is, those Slovaks had better prove worthy of their spot in the last 16, because I really don't want to hear myself utter the words "I wish Italy had gone through". The mere thought makes me shudder.
Also. Was everyone else turned on by Germany's away colours, or is that just me?
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