O-Yasumi Owatta Ne!
Wow, that vacation came and went so fast. It seems like it was only yesterday that I had the whole week off. However, it was in fact, over two weeks ago. I had intended to update everyday with what I did, however good intentions will only get you so far. I'm finding that last semester went by quick, but this semester seems to have been set on hyperspeed. I really don't want to come back to reality, I mean actual school, though, why dwell on the inevitable. There's nothing to do but enjoy the time left here.
Lately, I've found myself starting to enjoy watching soccer, or football depending on where you're from in the world. The world cup started in Germany and we've been watching games each night. The Japan vs Australia game was by far the most interesting yet. The common room was packed full of people on game night. The crowd was split about down the middle on who people were supporting. Some of the drunk guys in the front were really funny as they kept taking the piss out of the Australian team. What was really funny was that I think it was their first or second game ever to have watched and they were experts. The first half of the game was good, Japan scored and kept Australia at bay, for awhile atleast. Towards the end of the first half and beginning of the second, some of the more attractive members of the Australian cheering squad seemed to be getting bored. Though the never quavering faith of the men kept their side energized. Australia went on to score 3 goals in the second half, 2 within the last 8 min. if I remember properly. By the end of the game, with their faith justified, the Australian cheering section was on the edge of a euphoric high while the Japan side was feeling a little dejected. All in all, it was a really good game, and a good time had by all.
Later that night was the pitiful showing made by the American team. I stayed up to watch my country play. I wanted to be there for the action. I wanted to see them win their first game of this world cup. Colin, Kelly and I were the only American's whose faith didn't waver. The rest either went to bed or had proclaimed loudly that America sucks. We stuck by our countrymen in their time of need, only to have them not hold up their end of the bargain. The team showed no aggressiveness or desire to win while the coach looked like he would rather be anywhere but at that game. The Czech coach was up, walking around, shouting what could only be words of encouragement to his players. However, our coach, every time the camera panned to him, was sitting down in his chair looking like he was staring off into space. Even though they performed badly, I still stick by them and can't wait to see them face of against the Italians. Even though I have to listen to the American haters from around the world and the home grown ones, I know they won't let me down.
Lately, I've found myself starting to enjoy watching soccer, or football depending on where you're from in the world. The world cup started in Germany and we've been watching games each night. The Japan vs Australia game was by far the most interesting yet. The common room was packed full of people on game night. The crowd was split about down the middle on who people were supporting. Some of the drunk guys in the front were really funny as they kept taking the piss out of the Australian team. What was really funny was that I think it was their first or second game ever to have watched and they were experts. The first half of the game was good, Japan scored and kept Australia at bay, for awhile atleast. Towards the end of the first half and beginning of the second, some of the more attractive members of the Australian cheering squad seemed to be getting bored. Though the never quavering faith of the men kept their side energized. Australia went on to score 3 goals in the second half, 2 within the last 8 min. if I remember properly. By the end of the game, with their faith justified, the Australian cheering section was on the edge of a euphoric high while the Japan side was feeling a little dejected. All in all, it was a really good game, and a good time had by all.
Later that night was the pitiful showing made by the American team. I stayed up to watch my country play. I wanted to be there for the action. I wanted to see them win their first game of this world cup. Colin, Kelly and I were the only American's whose faith didn't waver. The rest either went to bed or had proclaimed loudly that America sucks. We stuck by our countrymen in their time of need, only to have them not hold up their end of the bargain. The team showed no aggressiveness or desire to win while the coach looked like he would rather be anywhere but at that game. The Czech coach was up, walking around, shouting what could only be words of encouragement to his players. However, our coach, every time the camera panned to him, was sitting down in his chair looking like he was staring off into space. Even though they performed badly, I still stick by them and can't wait to see them face of against the Italians. Even though I have to listen to the American haters from around the world and the home grown ones, I know they won't let me down.


