Spain Win, Holland go Looby Loo
It’s raining, just small tentative drops, nevertheless it is raining. It is so very welcome, I may be very sorry I have made this statement at a later date, when we are up to our necks in mud again, but I am so glad the heat has gone. Parched does not describe adequately what the countryside looks like, even beautiful Rutland struggles in her skirts of burnt sandy brown.
Well that flamingly octopus managed to correctly predict the outcome of the World cup and Spain eventually won the final. It was too hot for popcorn they agreed, (I was not asked, it is never to hot for popcorn). I, however, decided it was too hot to sit on the sofa, so I watched from my vantage point by the bookcase in the cool. She tries to stop me watching the oblong box she says it gives my nightmares. It does not! I believe this argument has been logically concluded on a number of occasions, but doubtless my necessary interloper will disagree anyway out of her compulsive desire to have the last word. So, contrary to her expectations; I slept well last night, even with that fan blowing at me. I really do not like the fan but it is necessary irritation in this hot weather. Where was I? Ah! Yes, Psycho Paul (or was it Psychic Paul I cannot remember?) who, I suppose deserves a mention for correctly predicting that Spain would win. My prediction of Holland winning was totally adrift. My only excuse can be is that Psychic Paul has eight legs and I have just four, and it was insufferably hot.
He, along with most of the media pundits, was disappointed with the Dutch resorting to some unfairly brutal tactics; it was surprising they were not reduced to 10 men (or less) in regular time. It was perhaps even more surprising that the Spanish were not reduced to only 7 or 8 player due to injury. Not since Karate Kid 1 has he seen such an impressive flying kick to the chest, perhaps De Jong should consider karate at the 2012 Olympics as an alternative option for a winners medal. Fortunately, the Spanish who continued to impress with their patient, skilful passing used to develop some excellent chances that the Dutch defence did well to last until extra time before conceding the winning goal. The Referee did his utmost not to send players off and relegate the final to a one sided walk over.
The oblong box says a BBC children’s puppet called Andy Pandy, who appeared on the Watch with Mother series is sixty today, apparently he sings ‘Andy Pandy’s coming to play tra la lah la la lah’ Not to my house he will not;I have had more than enough of a singing anything. He can go Looby Loo.
I am off to fetch my lead for a walk in the rain.
I am of course
La Grande Sophie
Tags: Andy Pandy, football, Holland, Pyschic Paul, Spain