Two big happenings today. First Morrissey at 6 'o clock. Brilliant. Very loud concert. Surprising highlights (the end of “I Will See You In Far Off Places”, “Irish Blood, English Heart”). Or maybe not, we are in Finland after all.
I still can't believe how the sweat stains he gets on his back and chest can be that symmetric. And how he can get away with being that... dirty. He pulls his shirt of, uses it as a towel, even inside his pants (!) and throws it to the audience, who then proceeds to rip it to shreds. Filth!
Then the big final. The only truly remarkable thing happened during the extra time. I don't usually like what Fredrik Wirtanen writes, but his conclusions about what it was that led to Zidane's mindless attack on Materazzi were at least plausible: "[…] det måste ha varit incest, det måste ha varit smutsigare än smuts."
written by Mattias
materazzi kom direct från smutsigaste gatan i italien bara för att söndra spelet men det gjorde han jävla bra. FORZA ITALIA!!
posted by antti