Sweet, sweet beauty. Ma che bella gioia! That was a fantastic, tense, magnificent game and I could seriously not be happier right now for my beloved adopted country. It’s like Noel Gallagher said, “The Italians need to win for Italian football.” And so they did — and I wish I was on the streets of Firenze celebrating.
I couldn’t believe that Zidane lacked the basic character and foresight (as the CAPTAIN of his team) to risk losing it all just to give a childish and hot-tempered headbutt. I thought that was unclassy and uncalled for, whatever Materazzi said to him. Have more respect for the game than that. The match might have ended differently with Zidane out there to kick for the penalties.
ADDENDUM 7/11: So I was a little too harsh on Zidane. I just read that he broke down in front of a Paris crowd yesterday – I am sure he feels awful enough. I was astonished when he did what he did, but I can also relate to how hot tensions can run during a stressful game like that, and how one can easily be pushed over the edge. Zidane just had the misfortune of having it be internationally broadcast in his moment of fracture.
Since I also completely LACK a song to post that precisely fits the occasion (who can send me some goods?), here is the closest I’ve got. Instead of singing “England 5, Germany 1″ just yell loudly “Italy 5, France 3-in-penalty-kicks” over the chorus and you’ll be golden. From the album Hardcore Hooligan, appropriate for raucous celebrating, jumping around, breaking things, et al.
“England 5, Germany 1” – The Business