The Argentina Steamroller
Dammit. Why couldn’t Argentina choke in the group stages of the World Cup twice in a row? They’re looking the way everyone predicted Brazil would be. 6-0, people. I don’t care if you’re playing the People Democratic Republic of Buttfuckistan; if you can beat any team that qualified for the World Cup in a six-goal clean sheet romp, you’re automatically regarded as a favorite to win the tournament.
But frankly, I don’t like Argentina. I blame a number of factors:
- Diego Maradona. Rusty Haskell doesn’t like people who refer to themselves in the third person. Rusty Haskell knows that Diego Maradona had this annoying habit during his drug-hazed playing days. Beyond that, the man is a cheater.
- Their kit. I can’t stand it. It’s baby blue and white. And striped. I can’t imagine being proud to wear their colors.
- The continent on which they live. South America is the continent that I least want to visit ever. And, yes, I’m well aware that this means I would rather visit Antarctica.
I still hold out hope that Holland can top their group. I honestly think they have what it takes to make it to the final this year.
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